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Sunday Whirl…dreaming


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Do you feel it?
This melancholy mood.
Yesterday I watched the sunset, rosy then gold then gray.
Remember seeing the crows swoop and swing on the pines.
Into the night,
And silence.
But then the moon cast down lofty, private powers
Foxes were screaming, owls screeching, smaller things scuttling about and taking cover in the clover
Erotic rutting in the fields among the grasses in the pale light of the waning
Then I was running
I was running thru the fields on long matchstick-legs
Running with the deer to the river
To the river to fling my sleek, silver body into the darkness and float with the silvery minnows
I rose and fell with breath, with the flow, with the minnows, in the darkness
And lifted up on heron wings to spray starlight across the sky
Then… the dawn chorus
And I lay in bed and stared at a stray cobweb on the ceiling till 10am.

Brenda I loved the words this week, thank you. What a treat it is to have a random group of words to play with each Sunday. And also loved reading thru my friend’s, especially Walt, Sara, Jo Ann, Carol, Misky and the amazing Hannah. Go have a read when you get a chance. (Poetry is good for you…like a great, big yummy salad of health for your brain.)

Art: a sketch done with my new water soluble charcoal pencils on a piece of a 1971 Ordnance Survey Map (Go new pencils!)

Comments: 8

  • July 24, 2012
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    Awesome… love the sketch as well as the poem. You are so very talented, Veronica. I am blessed to know you.

  • July 24, 2012
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    Great word images! I was totally there, running through the field with you. The elk is amazing!

  • July 24, 2012
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    So cool. Epitome of cool–poetry and drawing on the survey map.

  • July 24, 2012
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    This is a spectacular visual feast, Veronica. Absolutely love it. And thank you so much for mentioning my poem. Very kind of you.

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