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Rainy Sundays make for great whirl writing

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I try to make a habit of the Sunday whirl and believe me when I say I always have the intention to write and, most Saturdays, even begin the poem at some point. Then get half way and run out of time and, before I know it, it’s Thursday! And then I read thru my fellow whordlers and they all have brilliant whirls up on their blogs.

Must try harder!

Started this whirl yesterday and, while I know it’s not quite October yet, we have been fighting off the sniffles with mega-doses of vitamin C and quite a few of our friends are down with something nasty. It’s the season, isn’t it?

So here is my Sunday whirl for this week and hooray for restful, lazy, rainy Sundays. πŸ™‚

ghosts, exact, patches, gathered, worship, spill
unbidden, hillside, where, swarm, edges, sharp

You may worship the romance of early evening walks wrapped up in softest wool sweaters, glancing in windows lit by the golden light of open fires, crunchy leaves gathered in backyard piles, and crisp autumn air, but let me tell you the hardest truths from the softest wools, oh foolish friend.

October has returned. An unwelcomed guest. It’s always wise to count the silver after October visits.

This light-fingered month has a sunny smile that lifts your spirits and makes you think you’re just lightly chilled when you take to your bike one last time and happily coast down the hillside, sends a sizzling slap to your cheeks, and ends with nights that leave you wondering why you bothered to try to sleep in the first place.

The inside of your head swims like the patchy ribbons of an oil spill, where you shiver into your pillow with the low grade fever and scratchy throat that lasts for eternal short, sharp, grey days, punctuating restless ghost-filled, nightmare-plagued darkness as you pile on the blankets.

And if ghosts are made of particles and if they blow like shadows thru the centuries, then so does this dreadful month, that assumes a personality and exacts its toll just to disappear again till next season, when it swarms back into your home, unbidden.

To push you to the edges, like a gaggle of bored housewives complaining about bad manicures in French accents.

πŸ™‚

(Art: Mixed media collage with acrylic, paper cut-outs, and various pieces from an old computer.)

Comments: 34

  • September 29, 2013
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    I love “the patchy rhythms of an oil spil…” It’s an apt description. Well done, and get well. Your collage rocks!

  • September 29, 2013
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    I loved this as you teased us with the metaphors that so clearly illustrated your word picture. Don’t be hard on October she merely is warning “be prepared winter is coming”.

  • September 29, 2013
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    Veronica, some very vivid images here. Well wordled.

    Pamela

  • September 29, 2013
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    Love it! I should try this sometime!

  • September 29, 2013
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    I like October even though it is light fingered and not always reliable. Hope you feel better soon,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/09/29/chasing-figments/

  • September 29, 2013
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    October is actually my favourite month of the year, so I’m not sure I can agree with your descriptions of it…but I think it’s an interesting depiction of “cold season” descending.

  • September 29, 2013
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    Be well, Veronica. You know, I think October is my favorite month, but I live in a southern state in the USA and we have beautiful trees in October, sunshine, and still have flowers. Having said that….you did a fine job with the words this week. I love your first paragraph.

  • September 29, 2013
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    So the relationship with October is complicated. The descriptions are truly evocative, Veronica.

  • francenestanley

    September 29, 2013
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    Great piece of writing. However, I’m glad I don’t have your memories of October. Hehe.

  • September 30, 2013
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    If you think October’s bad, wait for November…!

  • September 30, 2013
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    October is NYC at its best, however, its going to have to work hard this year to beat the last 2 weeks of September … keep fighting those change of seasons bugs!

  • September 30, 2013
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    Veronica, your whirl is so clever. I could never put those thoughts together. I certainly envy it when someone can make poetry with just words. If I can’t rhyme, I can’t make sense of it in my own head. Hope the flu bug doesn’t linger around for you..Happy Monday..Judy

  • September 30, 2013
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    Thanks for stopping in. I have to admit I never got the hang of writing poetry. Sorry your not feeling well having the sniffle isn’t any fun at all
    Coffee is on

  • September 30, 2013
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    October as a light-fingered month–who wouldn’t love this concept?

      • October 3, 2013
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        I woke up to a foggy morning backdrop to a fiery-leaved maple. beautiful.

  • October 1, 2013
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    You are inspiring! http://wp.me/p2dwKf-10y

  • October 3, 2013
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    Agree with your sentiments…not keen on October myself, nor November, December and so on… Is it nearly spring she asked hopefully…
    Anna :o]

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