Sunday, May 20, 2012

Reaching

Wordle#57-Sunday Whirl-05-20-2012 
Reaching  by Teri H Hoover



           A clock on the wall measures out time
The color of bones.

       A flower in the window leans into itself to remember 
The curve of the sunlight on its face.

       A tired universe hides beneath an old woman's quilt. 
The frayed edges of memory come alive with touch her hand.


Shall I tell you of the teaming stillness, of the bone without marrow
and how hope
clattered away, with secrets unshared ?

Shall I linger
in the depths, where the massive darkness bids the heart to drown?

Be still-

hush the clock, 
remember the warmth of the curve, 
believe the frayed edge has a story to tell.


The soft hips rise from the earth
like the crocuses leaving the depths of secret grief.
Perhaps, the path back home is not the way we came in. 






Notes: Warning- written while overtired. Hope you all have a had a wonderful weekend.  I am intrigued to see where the words took everyone.

This weeks Sunday Whirl words- 
hips, marrow, crocuses, stillness, massive, secret, flower, grief, window, perhaps, hand, clatter, colors

26 comments:

  1. They took you on a lovely wander through your mind, sad yet, with much wisdom too.

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    1. I continue to find somewhat darker paths with these words. But at the same time feel compelled to rise through these thoughts.

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  2. Rich with images. I like the way you start each of the first three couplets with a clock, a flower, a universe, and then go into questioning. This is beautiful. I've read it three times now, and agree with Bren... there is much wisdom here.

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    1. Thank you Brenda... I will need to read it again.

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  3. All the edges of me are feeling frayed these days. I want to believe with all my heart that they still have stories to tell!

    Whirling Haiku and Senryu

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    1. Thank you MMT - the edges and transitions seem to create room for many stories.

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  4. I love poems that end with me saying "Ahhhh..."! So satisfactory. I love the final two stanzas.

    Did you see Joseph Harker's prompt last week, the one on quantum entanglements? Your first three stanzas are exactly what he was asking for.

    m

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    1. Margo- I always appreciate you stopping by. You piqued my curiosity...

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  5. my fav part was "be still -hush the clock!" its like we can control the time if we wished.. really a strong one :) loved it...

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    1. Maharukh- That line brought me such relief to write. Almost as though I was trying to regain control of the poem.

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  6. I love the conclusion.
    (tired writing can be good)

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    1. Thank-you Barbara.I do to.

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  7. I find those poems written in such a state to be raw with emotion and closest to our base urge to find the truth in life. Nicely wordled, Terri!

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    1. Walt- Truth be told I rather like writing when I am tired. Like you said my brain has already begun to access the odd things found in dreams. Thanks for stopping by.

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  8. Teri, This poem made me really think. What is it we NEED (memories, events)? My Mother believed it was bad luck to leave from a different door than the one used to enter. This made me think of her. (I, myself, believe in getting out any way that I can!)

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    1. Barb- Just visiting your site (with the images of the slot canyons) makes me thing we need moments with people where there is good light. Thanks for stopping by.

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  9. Teri,

    Those opening lines are delightful. Nice write.


    Pamela

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    1. Pamela -They came along easily... it was bringing them together that was tricky.

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  10. I enjoyed this so very much. My favorite stanzas are the one about the old woman's quilt and the last one, which is very thought-provoking. The wordle words lose themselves in your poem!

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    1. Mary- I can see myself writing a separate piece from those lines.

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  11. really good, the tying in of the next to last stanza and then the strong end. Very nice.

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    1. Thanks Mark- The tying together part was a bit tricky.

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  12. Took me some time to get here, but so glad I came. I agree with others who have said there is wisdom in your words. Also some incredibly beautiful imagery. This poem is filled with mindfulness, not a small or bad trick when you are tired. Brava!

    Elizabeth

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    1. Thank you Elizabeth... and we are on blogging time here. Never too late.

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  13. A wonderful read, the final line is an absolutely perfect closer.

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  14. I love that fourth stanza, the "bone without marrow" followed by "how hope / clattered away". And then you came back to the clock, the curve, and the frayed edges. And that last line - just beautiful.

    Richard

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