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
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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
What a beautiful read, especially "in the way the morning lit on a birds wing".
ReplyDeleteYes, 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!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem, just beautiful! I especially love these lines:
ReplyDelete"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."
Very beautiful picture !
ReplyDeleteThis feels very personal - the circles of light and hitching oneself to them. Beautiful line.
ReplyDeleteYou used the words well, that ones I struggled with.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many of us are driven by a "nuclear incentive"?
ReplyDeleteA Short Whirl
I love the texture you have achieved on this and I can feel the warmth. Well done!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem, which was a form of life journey. I loved the image which added something extra, to the thinking.
ReplyDeleteEileen
Very well written piece.
ReplyDeleteso very lovely - like a prayer to the moon - gentle words that soothe. ty
ReplyDeletewow love those last couple lines....such beauty there....i like the up and down in this too...sometimes like a meteor strike...
ReplyDeletewondrous weaving of the words provided! sending you wishes of learning in your new endeavor! thank you for visiting me.
ReplyDelete"..... an intrinsic illumination" this is a beautiful reflective glow!!
ReplyDelete"......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!!
Your poem is wonderful ... as the Photo!
ReplyDelete"shafts of light - petals of sparkle" ... just beautiful!
This is glorious to read, and to envision. Spectacular.
ReplyDeletenice use of the words:
ReplyDeletesometimes 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
What beautiful imagery. Welcome to the whirl, nice to have you along with us.
ReplyDeletePamela
I love your shot and post-processing/treatment. I'm not sure how this was accomplished but... wow!
ReplyDeletethe photo is beautiful, but your words make it come alive with wonderful movement.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I read this several times, just as beautiful each time.
ReplyDeleteEnlightening. 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 :)
ReplyDeleteLoved it and I simply loved the vision of petals sparkling. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous.
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ReplyDeletesuch sparkling words......from intrinsic illumination to the orange glow......
Absolutely lovely poem; have a good Monday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
beautiful contrasting of images reflected as emotions. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThe space above the sun looks vintage. My kind of scene. Love it!
ReplyDeleteHazel
SO beautiful... Thanks for sharing on WTS this week!
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