Friday, October 24, 2014

I remember us sliding in the morn to the center of attic hays under butts…

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I’m breaking the 'walls'
yesterday/today/tomorrow:
the words become healing pyramids
radiating fluids premonitions,
the boulders/rocks thru the fast river,
lighthouses on the long way home…

at  pilgrimage constricted/projected path
discouraged hearts looking to cling
for bell’s tongues, rehearsing possible exit…

we’re walking among fields:
pain swaying from joints to brain
“How long left to walk?”- “See the tall pole
on the horizon there?...”

we’re happy, collecting our bodies and soul
more tired - the faster we walked
dancing, singing – musicians within
plucking the strings, extolling Mary, the holy

reaching the pole, retreating once more
till blurry eyes see the barns giving us
a shelter for night…

 5 a.m.
…and ahead we go…


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19 comments:

  1. This is exquisite read aloud, and full of mystery for me. It made me think of the few times I played with a friend in a hay loft--some loose and some bailed--making up the stories as we slid and ran up to the top again. I like how at the beginning, it is time itself that is travelled and broken.

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  2. This sounds like a toil of a day..a real labour...

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  3. Body lets us know how far we can go, then we stretch it more. A good day, but tiring it can be

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    1. Lesson to learn indeed....Thanks, Pat! x

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  4. The journey can be tough some days but, we continue onward.

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    1. Good idea to continue...Thanks, Truedessa! x

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  5. i sometimes wonder how she felt on that journey... not easy at all sometimes to keep walking...

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  6. collecting our bodies and souls...what a cool line that is...because we do as we walk along, though we oft dont know how far the journey is yet....

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  7. When walking one can enter that meditative state that I think is the real purpose of a pilgrimage .. maybe it's that road or not the goal..

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  8. “How long left to walk?”- “See the tall pole
    on the horizon there?...”

    Sometimes we need reassurance on how we are doing. One can gauge the progress with added benchmarks being made known. Great lines humbird!

    Hank

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  9. I love "the words become healing pyramids", and the sense of pilgrimage this poem describes....beautifully done.

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  10. Ah, what a wonderful pilgrimage. Walking on...going ahead...without retreat...is the best we can do.

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  11. How beautiful. Made me think of life, our pilgrimage - we wake each morning, body aches, but we keep going. At least that's my pilgrimage now.

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  12. Sounds like the plans in my head if I wake before my alarm.

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  13. To me your poem evoked the Camino de Santiago and the hundreds of pilgrims who walk parts of this path as a way to be spiritually richer. I also like the idea of breaking the walls.

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