Sunday, January 13, 2013

Silver Unbinding

January 13, 2013  - a small Stone and a early Sunday Whirl
Silver Unbinding  by  Teri H Hoover




Every room in the palace was empty save for one.
 
Poetry lived in the silver room with heavy curtains,
and waited for the quiet tap on the door.
The glass bookshelves did not mind the burden.

Visitors found their way
creeping
in through the hidden gate,
pausing
in the garden,
slipping
through hidden halls,
To tap on the turquoise door.

Inside silver circled without stopping.
A sliver of light slipped in like a knife.
Allowing hope and fear.

Virtue slept on the couch and snored softly.
A drunk too tired to wish,
curled up in the corner and waited for few kind words.

Far from all the breaking chaos of the edge,
diminishing connection curved and wedged.
Freedom to bend made one think more fondly of the all that is straight.

In the garden a little ditch carried away yesterdays rain.






The words from the Sunday Whirl: lburden, bends, drunk, poetry, virtue, palace,
ditch, diminishing, wish, breaks, room, steps












13 comments:

  1. 'A sliver of light slipped in like a knife' - what a great line!

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  2. I hope you enjoyed writing this. I certainly enjoyed reading it and seeing the places where you play with language and imagery.

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  3. Beautiful and lush, it whirls around a reading. I love this, Teri!

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  4. Such colors and movement - I don't know how you manage this piecing together of words into something so filled with meaning. Here is my favorite sentence which relies on all that went before: "Freedom to bend made one think more fondly of the all that is straight."

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  5. This is magic! Love all of it and want to hug you for sharing it,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/01/13/once-again/

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  6. I so agree with the others - this is magic ... your skilful weaving of the words is brilliant; I quite forgot it was a wordle almost immediately

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2013/01/line-breaks.html

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  7. Teri, what a lovely write. Good job.

    Pamela

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  8. What a very skilful write about poetry!

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  9. This is a delight. I can imagine forwards and afterwords in this kingdom. I like the character of Virtue snoring. And the line with Freedom...I see I was not the only to like that.

    Perhaps 'Virtue' drank from this cup?
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/01/sw91-concrete-poem.html

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  10. I am so glad that the little ditch is doing its job well!

    Whirling with Bram Stoker

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  11. "Virtue slept on the couch and snored softly.
    A drunk too tired to wish,"

    That is a brilliant image, Teri. Well done!

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  12. As always, I am fascinated at the variety of responses that rise so beautifully from the same dozen words. Nicely done!.

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  13. I love the imagination in this piece. really enjoyed
    "
    Poetry lived in the silver room with heavy curtains,
    and waited for the quiet tap on the door."

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