This morning I looked up at those hills--
expectantly--
and felt your words.
There they were
coming to me over hill and holler.
Brilliant words,
bright as sunshine,
they seemed pleased with the prospect
that they might just Be--
without pretense.
I gathered up the words
and carried them home
and thought I heard a sigh.
shhhh
They're sitting in the front porch swing now--
resting--
I have a blackberry cake in the oven.
We'll slice it later
and sip some coffee
enjoying silver silence.
'I gathered them up and carried them home' are the best lines for me. I just like the notion, which seems delightful. I also like the idea of words, poems, being received -- if we are lucky -- rather than worked at in the reason. I always think a received poem will have the edge over a carefully crafted one. And of course the words will stay for a slice of your cake. They would be mad not to! I'll put a few more raisins in my porridge tmr and see if it pulls a few hungry verbs! Charming read.
This, for me, was something that made me picture a morning in the north, when the sun has just peeked over the edge of the trees and Grandma is making something really nice in the oven. I sit there drinking coffee, listening to the sounds of quiet.
True story.
Being able to relate to this made it so much better, although it was already rather good.
'I gathered them up and carried them home' are the best lines for me. I just like the notion, which seems delightful. I also like the idea of words, poems, being received -- if we are lucky -- rather than worked at in the reason. I always think a received poem will have the edge over a carefully crafted one. And of course the words will stay for a slice of your cake. They would be mad not to! I'll put a few more raisins in my porridge tmr and see if it pulls a few hungry verbs! Charming read.
Has the pacing of that nice easy rock of the front porch swing, flows wonderfully. The use of italics is a very nice touch. Chuck-full of wonderful imagery, artistic and comfortable all at the same time. A very, very nice piece of work.
that was so nice ,taking the sweet words home with you,and share a cake in the oven over some tea,very nice touch ,and bew way of portraying how you feel about nice words you hear,great,you have a very special elegant way of telling things i have always noticed that,moayad
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..