Monday, November 2, 2015

Harmony seeds



I follow your steps,
October pensive,
or was it happened
just short three days back…
I still keep catching
those leaves’ accelerated rag
with squeaky branches,
tired limbs,
and palms so trustingly unfolded
to feel the mutter
of the wind…

Its plum-cheeks pout
while blows under tires
and values,
not knowing calmness
wild ghosts/goblins jump
through thin wall vail
between calamity
and fortune,
and salted hours
saved at the fall
glass jar.

The slanted sky
all wrinkled with a flock-
migrating souls/birds,
so difficult embrace
the harmony of broken
summer walk,
and slept through sparrow
mistakenly  will poke 
first snow rice
dissolved in the minutes…

Whirligig #31 by MMT



Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig #31

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20 comments:

  1. Like the season play as it wraps around the day

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  2. Love the description! And especially the idea of harmony seeds.

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  3. between calamity
    and fortune,
    and salted hours
    saved at the fall
    glass jar.

    Beautiful lines...!!

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  4. I especially like the image of the flock of migrating songbirds wrinkiling the sky.

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  5. There is a musical harmony in this as well as a wordy one! The flow of seasons..time and thought..all coming together in its own wonderful way and fashion..beautifully translated to us... xo

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  6. There is a strong taste of winter in your words... so fine

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    1. Seasons always give us so many ideas... ths.

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  8. Loved this. Loved all the rich and beautiful imagery. 'plum-cheeks pout' 'salted hours' 'slanted sky', so awesome, humbird! :)

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  9. I got lost in this one, as I think you meant me to be. I tried to figure out who had plum cheeks in the second stanza, and couldn't, I love the wrinkled sky--like the birds messed up the bedspread of a sky. And I love the music of the first stanza. I am in a swirl of weather and things blown and broken and lifted and frozen and then melted again.

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    1. What a wonderful comment, Susan! I imagined the wind, having those plum cheeks, but if you see somebody else here - it's even better! Love your excitement around the weather and music here! Thank you!

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  10. An awesome piece that crackles with beautifully rendered seasonal wordsmithing.

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