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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
 from Amazon Images(A tableau with animate character's in a weather changing senario.) All morning the south wind Wheezed mouth-harp flats, And sharps through the eves Of the old farmhouse. Making the human nervous, His dog Moving window to window Sounding gutteral throat- Bass notes In response To the alto/soprano- Harmonica sound. On the barn roof, A copper stallion Locked in gait Canters atop A wooden cupula; Its iron arrow Pointing south And for the briefest moments East. November gusts Are fickle-changing Like a womans mind. Granting due perogative When needs of change arise. Females have a spirit right To change their thoughts Like weather twists From yes- Go forth To stop! As well as might The arrow swing To points due north From south. There is a kind of ether Made alchemical, When north winds mix With southern clouds, That puts a warm-fog Fast asleep And wakes the heavy horses In their stalls from Sleep-while-standing-dreams. But the brutes approve, What comes and goes, Dumbly praising oats, And pulling August grass From manger racks, The farmer Threw down from the mow; As the wind sifts powder Snow, like flour (Through the narrow) Gapes in barnwood slats. © 2010 ford hume [This message has been edited by ice (09-01-2011 06:50 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ford... Now this is YOUR writing! You put me there, the woman, on the roof, watching the snow sifting, shifting. You made me smile, shiver... and grin... Excellent! Thank you! |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"His dog Moving window to window Sounding gutteral throat- Bass notes In response To the alto/soprano- Harmonica sound." Man! This is a masterpiece. Really enjoyed the write but this verse brought it to life. I could almost hear it. Very nice. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Oh, Sunny, I am so glad you read this, and your comment is priceless..I thought this poem to be truly me, at my transcendental best. And to say this is "YOURS" makes me feel so very happy. **************** JL I have a Lab that does this exact thing...like in a poem by Wallace Stevens..she barks at the nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is. Your comments make my head get big, but I enjoy the enlargement sometimes.. Thank You Come read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling And banish the thoughts of day. Longfellow [This message has been edited by ice (09-01-2011 05:41 AM).] |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Fantastic writing here, description and detail so fine.. Those beautiful and gentle heavy horses that toiled before our dependence on oil became our one and only true God.. Love the image, i have the album and have seen the band live too... Thank you for these great words. Goldenrose. |
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luminosity Senior Member
since 2005-11-18
Posts 813 |
WOW, I have written and written, but it always seems to be about 'me'...sigh, I have never been able to write as 'me' about something, put 'my eyes' on paper and bring it to life for someone else to read...this is excellent writing! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: This is an outstanding write, dear Ford. The imagery and the perception of change are beautifully woven together and the "tableau" you create is as vivid as it gets. I have recently seen such working heavy horses at a harvest celebration in Belgium. The setting was end of 18th or beginning of 19th century with all the traditional work process and tools. Your poem reminded me of that scenery. Thank you for enlightening me on something I had not interpreted correctly! Love, Margherita |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Love this, Ford, all of it, but especially the horses and the dog. Owl |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
GR Wow! that is a very nice reply..I have the album, but never saw Ian playing his flute, and dancing around on stage......:-( ******************* Brilliance (luminosity...love that .:-) You can write as "me" Cross your eyes a little... before your begin..this will help you become the story, or scene you are looking at, or thinking of. It helps me to separate from the reality of self..and become the poem. ******************** Dear Maghrit I love that stanza.:-) "Thank you for enlightening me on something I had not interpreted correctly!" Your interpretation was personal, and so ,welcome. I benefit from every interpretation..so it is you that deserves the "thank you" ********************** Diana One of the horses in the poem is a very old friend of mine. Her name was Iris, a heavy Belgian horse. And the dog is my chocolate Lab, Sienna. I watched Iris die over 50 years ago.. My Siena is laying at my feet right now... The snowstorm was last November.. all these far reaching things came together in this poem. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"As the wind sifts powder Snow, like flour (Through the narrow) Gapes in barnwood slats." Yes, to the above. Yes, to the poem. Fickle weather and the forever-on-guard dog to alert you of nothing time and time again. I see my grandfather in many of the lines of this very descriptive poem. You captured everything beautifully and vividly. ~ I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me. ~ |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
This is poetry at it's finest. I enjoyed it so much I read it three times and finally printed it out - it's a keeper. Marcia www.thewritingforum.net |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Ford, is Iris still with us? You said "is" in one place and "was" in another. If she is, please give her lots of hugs and kisses from her Auntie Di in sunny South Africa. I will ask Flicka, Tigger and Daisy in Heaven to give my love to Sienna. The police horses were stabled where Flicka was stabled. They are also huge, heavy Belgian horses - almost all of them were black, and all of them were very affectionate - not nearly as affectionate as Flicka, of course, but very affectionate, nevertheless. Owl |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Ford, in my emotional response to those darling animals, I misread Iris for Sienna in your watching her die. Sorry. Flicka, Tigger and Daisy in Heaven will know and love them both well. Owl |
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