Sunday whirl, such a nice mind break from life!

June 30, 2013

Wow, Brenda, I love that you took these words from street signs along your trip. And I loved playing with them. πŸ™‚

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bird, bridge, unstable, wild, bend, rock,
retreat, bear, lane, fallen, meadow, island

The word if is a curtain
in the right breeze it floats between the real and the dream
shows the way to a room without walls, a room part forest of fallen trees where cold is law and no birds can sing, and part golden meadow, part air and light
two parts shiver and one part desire sliding up your arm and over your shoulder and around your neck, kisses, whispers promises in your ear.

The word if is an island
with a house and a breakfast table with coffee and juice and toast
newspaper spread open to show you tragedies and miracles, deaths, births, the black and white of life.
it’s beautiful, it really is, but so small,
so small that one unstable tide washes it over and leaves a swimmy image, like a cardboard cut-out; too real to actually exist.

The word if is a neuron
it prowls in the heart and over-rides the brain and acts like a bridge to bend or bind the will so thoughts run like wild horses
and little girls and boys look at reflections on water and imagine moonlight to be a path, and the lights of the cars driving the twisty lane on the opposite shore to be the lights of some fairytale world that is almost within reach.

The word if is a shrew
it darts across your vision and hides behind rocks and retreats underground when the world is too turbulent for such a tiny thing to bear
it stays just behind the sun and walks only thru shadows and if you quietly, patiently sit beside it on the ground it will come to you and sit quietly, softly, warmly in your palm.

The word if gives you goose bumps
it is a doorway to an ideal world of yellow dandelions, of breaking the dandelion stem, brown juice staining your hands, blowing the clock catching it in mid flight,
wipe off your fingers or cover the new ifs with dust, cover the fact that they have not always been there.

The word if is a grand oak in autumn
it’s lived for hundreds of years of seasons of bud, leaf and drop, thru drought and monsoon and still it gives gold
you want to touch the gold, own the gold, ephemeral though ifs are

And, after shaking the tree so hard, you feel obliged to sweep up the leaves.

Happy Birthday Canada, you don't look a day over 145!
It's official, it's not that hard!

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  • Reply 1sojournal June 30, 2013 at 2:45 pm

    Love this Veronica, the whole idea of it. Using the one word to build complex worlds filled with shadow and light, hope and despair, and countless other contraries. Wonderful idea and one that tickles my creative urges and sends them spiraling through my blood stream. Did I tell you I really love what you did here? Well, I do. Thank you,


    • Reply Veronica June 30, 2013 at 3:36 pm

      Hi Elizabeth, thank you so much. I must say it was a struggle to chose only one word. Might have to repeat this with the other words I wanted to use, like “just” and “always”…and “never”. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Gerry Wilson June 30, 2013 at 2:46 pm

    Amazing poem, Veronica! I’ve been avoiding the wordles lately, but I need to get back to them. I’m not the poet you are, but writing a poem exercises my brain in a different way. Yours is lovely.

    • Reply Veronica June 30, 2013 at 3:39 pm

      Gerry my darling friend, I think of you as a terrific poet. I don’t think I’m much of a poet myself. I keep sticking to the same free verse I’m comfortable with and really don’t give a hoot for form, stanza or convention. It’s all good fun. Missed you and will be around a lot more form now on. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Sabra Bowers June 30, 2013 at 3:59 pm

    Beautiful images through out including the photograph. The word if will no longer be the same for me. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Veronica June 30, 2013 at 4:37 pm

    Hi Sabra, my darling friend, it took some identifying, but I might never look at it the same way either. πŸ™‚

  • Reply brenda w July 1, 2013 at 2:54 am

    This is beautiful, Veronica. Exploring if is a clever idea,, and your words take it where it takes us. Brilliant images underscore your exploration. Brava!

    • Reply Veronica July 1, 2013 at 6:27 am

      Thank you Brenda. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Daryl July 1, 2013 at 4:30 am


    • Reply Veronica July 1, 2013 at 6:28 am

      πŸ™‚ Daryl (taking a bow) πŸ™‚

  • Reply Robyn July 1, 2013 at 6:23 am

    So much rididng on this little word. Never thought of it like this before.

    • Reply Veronica July 1, 2013 at 6:29 am

      Me neither Robyn, until I started exploring it. Now I want to explore all the other pesky words…like the terribly overused “just”. πŸ™‚

  • Reply whimsygizmo July 1, 2013 at 6:31 am

    Love this progression, Veronica. I’m especially drawn to:
    “two parts shiver and one part desire”

    • Reply Veronica July 1, 2013 at 7:33 am

      πŸ™‚ Thank you De

  • Reply Nanka July 1, 2013 at 8:35 am

    I liked this and the way you tackled the wordle words!! Each word has much beauty!! I so much agree with what 1sojournal says!!

    • Reply Veronica July 1, 2013 at 10:38 am

      Oh thank you Nanka. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Old Egg July 1, 2013 at 9:35 pm

    Reading this I know why I try to write, as now and then I see the light in others writing where the words and ideas are such examples of beauty in thought. I really must try harder.

    • Reply Veronica July 2, 2013 at 6:20 am

      Thank you so much Old. I love reading your love poetry. I’m always amazed at how you can twist those words into gentle stanzas. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Sara v July 2, 2013 at 5:13 am

    Hi Veronica! Love what you did with if! Especially that first stanza–love curtains in breezes:-)

    • Reply Veronica July 2, 2013 at 6:21 am

      Me too Sara. If I had those floor to ceiling glass doors they would all have gauze curtains. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Pamela July 2, 2013 at 7:07 am

    Really lovely poem using the word “if” as an anchor. Nicely done, Veronica.


    • Reply Veronica July 2, 2013 at 7:17 am

      Thank you so much Pamela. πŸ™‚

  • Reply puffofsmokepoems July 7, 2013 at 4:05 am

    Veronica–Hello! Found you by your link at the Sunday Whirl. This is beautiful, so evocative and so different from the path I followed with the same basket of words. I can’t pick out only one line or phrase from your poem that I admire most–Here’s what it made me think: I’m reading Italo Calvino’s If On A Winter’s Night A Traveler—your poem gave me the same feeling as this odd and wonderful novel, like slipping into and out of different worlds as easily as turning a page, or walking through a doorway.

    • Reply Veronica July 7, 2013 at 4:16 pm

      Hi Puff of Smoke. Can you tell me your name? I’d love to know. I’m glad you left me your addy because now I can head off to read your poems. πŸ™‚

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