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Hello again Sunday Whirl…missed you

I’ve missed a couple of weeks of whirls for one reason or another. You know what I’m like…sometimes I really need a good kick to write poetry.
So thank you Brenda for these great words. It’s a huge pleasure to have a reason to write.

dusk, link, trace, empty, essential, rose, pencil, fence, chain, recipe, forgiven, operator

That’s the way dusk usually is she said
I think she said it because she thought she saw a trace of empathy in my eyes
Or because she was looking at my sketchbook thru her decaf latte

She dyed her hair blue and cut it short, except for the fringe in her eyes
She thought it was essential for her new look and sequined shoes
I thought she looked like a lost mermaid in the city

I thought I’d tell her my grandmother’s recipe for gingerbread
That she can make on evenings when she reaches level ground
Or when she needs to break the chain of her decaf lattes

Or when the city feels too small or when she needs absolution
Forgiven? She said she is the sole operator of her destiny
I wondered how it must be to see the world in rose thru a blue fringe

She left half her latte which had gone too cold by then
She walked out the door into the rain-filled alley throwing ice like a blue comet
And passed thru the hole in a broken-down fence

I want to leave too because this room is four walls of concrete
That will not allow me to breathe properly
And I know she will skip classes and cartwheel on her fingertips and run free without reins

She is my link away from the nights when I cling to my sketchbook
My mind feels empty like air between wings or a sign in the dark
And only the pencil in my writing hand seems real

Check out these fun whirls from Carol, Walt, Hannah, and Veronica and then maybe write something off the top of your head. I’d love to read it!

art: a tiny little oil painting of an Oxfordshire sunset on a front cover of an old book of carols…What? It’s like a stretched canvas.  🙂

 

Comments: 18

  • August 29, 2012
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    loved your piece!

  • veronicabalfourpaul

    August 29, 2012
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    love it. @LOst mermaid in the city’ great image for such a fluid character. And I love the bit ‘my mind feels empty like air between wings’ Lovely image. 🙂

  • August 30, 2012
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    The use of the pronoun she was a great choice for this poem. You made her real…I’d like to read more about her.

  • August 30, 2012
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    Wonderful piece… The character almost seems like she could build into a story. I went a totally different direction with those words. It is amazing what each of us has in our imaginations given the same starting place.

  • September 1, 2012
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    What a terrific Wordle! And guess what! You were not the last to post one! I just managed to get mine in before next week’s (No. 72)!

    I love the whimsy in yours, and the sense of mystery. Very nice read. Since no one else will read this one, I’ll give you the link so you can (if and when you have the time!)

    http://paulatohlinecalhoun1951.wordpress.com/2012/09/01/for-your-entertainment-i-hope-wordle-71/

  • akl

    October 30, 2012
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    beautiful workds and a beautiful image. Thank you for linking up to TALU!

  • October 30, 2012
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    Fingertip cartwheels – nice imagery. Visiting from TALU.

  • October 30, 2012
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    Oh Veronica, this was so beautiful! I al so envious of people who can write poetry, and you surely have the gift. Thanks for sharing on TALU!

  • October 30, 2012
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    Very interesting. I enjoy posts like these that are “outside the box”. Well well done. (TALU)

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