11 August










all the circles of light she had ever hitched herself to

came from an intrinsic illumination

a nuclear incentive

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never wallow

~

the race was on

but nothing is concrete

her life was all

strike and scatter at will

shafts of light - petals of sparkle

sometimes pounding down like meteors

sometimes floating so gently that she had to strain for them

in the way the morning lit on a birds wing

in the starkness of the sand reflecting the orange glow of the sunrise





Comments

  1. Old Egg11 August 2013 at 08:04

    What a beautiful read, especially "in the way the morning lit on a birds wing".

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  2. veronica11 August 2013 at 09:25

    Yes, a lovely read, and I like the shape, like a pyramid. I like 'her life was all strike and scatter at will' I can relate to that!

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  3. Marianne11 August 2013 at 09:33

    What a lovely poem, just beautiful! I especially love these lines:
    "shafts of light - petals of sparkle
    sometimes pounding down like meteors
    sometimes floating so gently that she had to strain for them
    in the way the morning lit on a birds wing
    in the starkness of the sand reflecting the orange glow of the sunrise."

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  4. Gattina11 August 2013 at 10:20

    Very beautiful picture !

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  5. Pondside11 August 2013 at 12:11

    This feels very personal - the circles of light and hitching oneself to them. Beautiful line.

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  6. annell411 August 2013 at 12:11

    You used the words well, that ones I struggled with.

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  7. Magical Mystical Teacher11 August 2013 at 12:23

    I wonder how many of us are driven by a "nuclear incentive"?

    A Short Whirl

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  8. Electra11 August 2013 at 12:35

    I love the texture you have achieved on this and I can feel the warmth. Well done!

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  9. Eileen T O'Neill .....11 August 2013 at 12:52

    A beautiful poem, which was a form of life journey. I loved the image which added something extra, to the thinking.


    Eileen

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  10. Anonymous11 August 2013 at 13:23

    Very well written piece.

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  11. Unknown11 August 2013 at 13:32

    so very lovely - like a prayer to the moon - gentle words that soothe. ty

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  12. Brian Miller11 August 2013 at 14:00

    wow love those last couple lines....such beauty there....i like the up and down in this too...sometimes like a meteor strike...

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  13. Nonnie11 August 2013 at 14:10

    wondrous weaving of the words provided! sending you wishes of learning in your new endeavor! thank you for visiting me.

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  14. Nanka11 August 2013 at 14:21

    "..... an intrinsic illumination" this is a beautiful reflective glow!!

    "......the morning lit on a birds wing

    in the starkness of the sand reflecting the orange glow of the sunrise"
    So much of nature with all its loveliness!! Great imagery!!You painted it well!!

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  15. Nina 11 August 2013 at 15:04

    Your poem is wonderful ... as the Photo!
    "shafts of light - petals of sparkle" ... just beautiful!

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  16. Sherry Blue Sky11 August 2013 at 15:05

    This is glorious to read, and to envision. Spectacular.

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  17. Anonymous11 August 2013 at 16:18

    nice use of the words:

    sometimes floating so gently that she had to strain for them

    in the way the morning lit on a birds wing

    ah yes, i can visualize

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  18. flaubert11 August 2013 at 19:03

    What beautiful imagery. Welcome to the whirl, nice to have you along with us.

    Pamela

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  19. Dan11 August 2013 at 20:07

    I love your shot and post-processing/treatment. I'm not sure how this was accomplished but... wow!

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  20. Anonymous11 August 2013 at 20:40

    the photo is beautiful, but your words make it come alive with wonderful movement.

    Elizabeth

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  21. Lisa A. Williams11 August 2013 at 21:06

    I read this several times, just as beautiful each time.

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  22. Loredana Donovan11 August 2013 at 21:33

    Enlightening. Lovely imagery especially in the last few lines. True, sometimes it's easy to see the "light" and sometimes it just hits us like an epiphany. Thank you for your nice comment on my poem :)

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  23. Anne V12 August 2013 at 00:13

    Loved it and I simply loved the vision of petals sparkling. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous.

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  24. Sumana Roy12 August 2013 at 08:01



    such sparkling words......from intrinsic illumination to the orange glow......

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  25. Gillena Cox12 August 2013 at 09:51

    Absolutely lovely poem; have a good Monday


    much love...

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  26. Anonymous12 August 2013 at 10:54

    beautiful contrasting of images reflected as emotions. Well done.

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  27. Hazel13 August 2013 at 05:46

    The space above the sun looks vintage. My kind of scene. Love it!

    Hazel

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  28. Anonymous13 August 2013 at 15:16

    SO beautiful... Thanks for sharing on WTS this week!

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