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Words Dance in the West Wind
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Words Dance in the West Wind |
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gardawg Junior Member
since 2001-02-08
Posts 34W of Seattle |
Words Dance in the East Wind I watched from the near shore of the horseshoe bay, too far to be remembered I watched… Parasols twist in the east wind, lilac lavender, cabbage green, huckleberry red, playthings of a vagrant wind as their owners struggled to control their buoyant skirts and parasols in the wind. three ladies cross the beach on the far shore their summer dress too slight for the pending storm… Sand will rise and sting their lips, surf will rise and wet their blouses, wind will rise and tear their frail forms, until parasols propel into the sky, lost to thunderclouds and raven nests. slicker wrapped, but hardly dry I cup my hands to shout though the cry lost to the east wind flung from the far shore Dance, girls, dance around drift logs and crab bones, dance to sudden squall, dance for summer wind, dance to hear a cry, parasols captured on the near shore. red green purple waved a poor semaphore enigma code and they raise their eyes into the east wind wave and point to the head of the horseshoe bay You bring the blanket, I will bring the wine. We will drink to less remembered times until the smoothing of the ocean’s waves. You bring the oil, I will bring the bread. We will feast on talk of food until the east wind turns back round again. You bring the flute, I will bring the drum. We will sing and dance along the sea until summer parasols bloom ruby, cream and teal. You bring the pen, I will bring the paper. We will write of winter loves until spindrift weaves in autumn gales. we will meet at the head of the bay tea and soup prepared and when the east wind becomes a western breeze we will laugh at things forgot and discovered on the scoured shore Dance, dance with me to the music of our bones. [This message has been edited by gardawg (edited 03-13-2001).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This.....is poetry! I love the pull of titles....and the keep of the poem....you succeeded in both....Bravo! |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
I particularly admire the music of this piece. It floats, flits, soars. Thanks for it. Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
First of yours I've read, gardawg, but I can assure you it won't be the last..you have an exhilarating style very pleasurable to read. I enjoyed it very much.... |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
OOOHHH Gary...bring on the wind and the rain...I am ready to dance, ready to play... |
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gardawg Junior Member
since 2001-02-08
Posts 34W of Seattle |
Sunshine, Meadow, Balladeer (Rara Avis - so cool), Paula: thanks all. This was written as part of a dialogue with 3 poetesses (sp) and is what I call a poem interruptess. IE started, I got the flu and finished in a different direction with part of the old hanging on like the bug, the if you, I will parts. Gary |
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Allan Riverwood
since 2001-01-04
Posts 3502Winnipeg |
I'm going to have to give this piece a standing ovation, then sit down humbly and add it to my library. Truly awesome. I'm going to go back and read this months from now, and several times.  You did an outstanding job. ~Allan If I had your eyes, I'd be blind. For I can only see out of my own. ~~Carly Van Dort |
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Allan Riverwood
since 2001-01-04
Posts 3502Winnipeg |
forgot to hit the library button again.  If I had your eyes, I'd be blind. For I can only see out of my own. ~~Carly Van Dort |
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gardawg Junior Member
since 2001-02-08
Posts 34W of Seattle |
Allen, awesome might be a stretch. In other places, it is getting sliced. But thanks much. Gary |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Well, your words certainly dance in any kind of wind....this is excellent poetry...the images sometimes soothing, sometimes raw....but filled with active beauty! Love this ending too! Dance, dance with me to the music of our bones. The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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gardawg Junior Member
since 2001-02-08
Posts 34W of Seattle |
Ethome, thanks much. The end is from the poem before this one in the dialogue. part of hers: My bones’ music plays your song my song our song Your ears deaf only the vibrations remain Gary |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
Gary, it's a lovely poem and I truly enjoyed reading it! Thanks for sharing! Debbie |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Gary, Excellent!!!! Bob |
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gardawg Junior Member
since 2001-02-08
Posts 34W of Seattle |
Romy, Bob. Thanks. Though as usual, the workshops have helped it sing more. Gary |
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