Sunday, November 9, 2014

Thread through

Phillip Allen Art,  Dublin


‘AIM HIGH’ ~  psychic tip of the day

The rose in my chest
uncurled the petals
in harmony I drink
the dawn.

The fervor of first birds
so cheerful my world
the little fists knock
in the bow.

The wind whisper ‘whish-sh-sh’
the gossip of owls
crossroads crossing
at night.

Suicidal clouds
recall hidden thorns
that pocking a void
in the sky.

It’s later the crocus
will shine out of mud
emitting gladness
and love.

Holistic and white
the healing begins
the letters sent 
from above...
Sunday Whirl

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33 comments:

  1. Vandana SharmaNovember 9, 2014 at 7:31 AM

    Let only the fresh thoughts embody the soul.

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  2. Kerry O'ConnorNovember 9, 2014 at 8:07 AM

    I too love the fervour of the first birds of the day. Lovely piece, gentle and forgiving.

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  3. Sumana RoyNovember 9, 2014 at 8:14 AM

    Beauty, love and life always sing in triumphant note and are reborn again and again..

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  4. MaryNovember 9, 2014 at 8:22 AM

    I like the rise of optimism and healing at the end of your poem!

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  5. brudbergNovember 9, 2014 at 8:46 AM

    I think I know those suicidal clouds.. that create an image that is very much like November.. I feel nice about the healing..

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  6. GabriellaNovember 9, 2014 at 8:49 AM

    What cool images of dawn you have conjured up, humbird!

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  7. Pat HattNovember 9, 2014 at 8:51 AM

    Have to see and let things go, then the healing shall flow

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  8. GraceNovember 9, 2014 at 9:02 AM

    I admire the opening verse, as dawn is my favorite time of the day ~ The healing begins, full of gladness and love ~

    Thanks for participating with Real Toads & wishing you happy week ~

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  9. Jae RoseNovember 9, 2014 at 9:43 AM

    Yes..there is always healing and hope ...it maybe deeply buried at times like a crocus but it is still there

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  10. AnonymousNovember 9, 2014 at 11:52 AM

    I could not tell this was a challenge poem. The vocabulary, to me, seemed natural and not forced.

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  11. Anthony DuceNovember 9, 2014 at 12:52 PM

    Wonderful mix of images, scattered yet pulling me in.. I like the “Suicidal Clouds”.

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  12. PanchaliNovember 9, 2014 at 1:11 PM

    Beautiful.....Thank you for an excellent read.

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  13. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 9, 2014 at 1:41 PM

    I love "in harmony I drink the dawn" and the "gossip of owls." Lovely writing.

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  14. TorieNovember 9, 2014 at 2:07 PM

    Such a great mix of imagery. Beautiful writing :)

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  15. Gen Giggles November 9, 2014 at 2:33 PM

    I like the idea you use of love being a rose blooming.

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  16. AnonymousNovember 9, 2014 at 4:16 PM

    "in harmony I drink the dawn" "gossip of owls." "the crocus will shine out of mud"... so lovely to think about

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  17. totomaiNovember 9, 2014 at 4:51 PM

    that suicidal image is still flashing in my mind. lovely imagery and liked how it unfold from being helpless to hopeful

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  18. LauraNovember 9, 2014 at 8:01 PM

    wow, wow I love the way you worked this whirl!!!

    I hope you will participate in the Gratitude Quilt this year. It is simple to join in and will make your heart happy when you see the love unfurl on Nov 27th. (no sewing involved) Just close your eyes. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Ask yourself "what am I grateful for in THIS moment?" listen to your heart and type out the words that flow from your heart and send them to me. There is a link to my email address and a link explaining this project if you don't know about it yet can be found at the top of my blog. If I've already asked you I apologize for being annoying :-)

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  19. TruedessaNovember 9, 2014 at 9:43 PM

    The ending of this piece is powerful. Interesting how you pulled the words together to form this poem. Nicely done..

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  20. AnonymousNovember 9, 2014 at 10:24 PM

    open to see open to hear open to absorb ....

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  21. rallentandaNovember 10, 2014 at 1:26 AM

    This poem reminds me of the quote
    "the happiness of your life depends
    on the quality of your thoughts."
    Lovely images
    The crocus does shine out of mud

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  22. Old EggNovember 10, 2014 at 4:28 AM

    What a wonderful poem of recovery, of feeling good and positive again.

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  23. Rosemary Nissen-WadeNovember 10, 2014 at 6:11 AM

    This has a freshness and sweetness I much enjoyed.

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  24. humbirdNovember 10, 2014 at 6:49 AM

    Thank you, my friends for inspiring comments! Appreciate all of them! Great week to everyone! :)x

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  25. ZQNovember 10, 2014 at 9:58 AM

    I can't add anymore words to the expression of this wonderful work.
    ZQ

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  26. Susie ClevengerNovember 10, 2014 at 10:42 PM

    Healing and hope...what a beautiful message

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  27. LocomenteNovember 11, 2014 at 1:53 AM

    Carrying the first stanza and the feel it gave with me

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  28. dsnake1November 11, 2014 at 8:51 AM

    a poem of hope, much needed. :)
    "the crocus will shine out of mud" : loved this!

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  29. Stacy M.S.November 11, 2014 at 9:58 AM

    what a lovely and calming atmosphere you created. just what i needed this morning!

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  30. TALONNovember 11, 2014 at 11:05 AM

    There's a serenity here, and an acceptance. I loved it!

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  31. DonnaNovember 11, 2014 at 2:28 PM

    I am drinking in these images as they carry their message deep inside....just beautiful!

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  32. ClaudiaNovember 12, 2014 at 12:59 PM

    glad about the healing... there's so much symbolism and peace in nature and its images

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