I saw this my poem
Reflected on a hundred glass walls
On a last fast train
From the last carriage
How it turned as it ran
from the first…
And the sound it made
Ah- that sound!
I saw this my poem
As I saw myself
lost
In the middle of crowds
and glass walls,
Mirrors reflecting these my words
A poem starting to grow
Noticed how many of my fears
had vanished
Into the troposphere
On and above the clouds
It was the amazing parade of the shapes they made,
and the unavoidable tear sliding down my cheek
at the breathtaking site and sight
of the sun setting behind
my beloved millenary mountains
Amen, surely, was it all,
as it may,
creating
this my poem…
as it may,
creating
this my poem…
Image >> ‘African Queen’ Canvas Print by Susan van Zyl
11 comments:
amen indeed...love when poems find me like that...sneaky little buggers they slip in changing the while landscape of my day...
good to see you today dulce...
That last paragraph was beautifully put together.
This blog is a flower in a field of weeds.
I love it!
dulce, i love when a door or a window opens and words tumble through alongside the light of day. steven
Lovely words Dulce. I googled millenary mountains and see that I am in their northern version.
a moving tribute to being...
uplifting and inspiring <3
It’s good to see your poem as you see it. I like this very much.
I love how you have described the unexpected nature of creating. I often get ideas for my writing in the most unexpected places and I find the unexpected element, very exciting. Great piece!
I really liked this a lot. I also agree with Spangle...writing ideas come from the most unexpected places.
Very nice blog.
On that train
In that last carriage
Which turned as it ran
From the powerful engine...
I've been on that train
Seeing that very image.
(Probably NOT what you had in mind.)
Through the glass I viewed the 'leader',
fast chugging in the opposite direction.
Weird! But true! Many years ago....
But I wanted to remark on the image. (Everyone has said appropriate and fine words about your writing, which is always way above standard, IMO.)
The picture 'sent' me THIS first thought: that a giant in a red baseball cap was climbing the steep desert dune to retrieve his African Queen.
No, I will not divulge the second 'sent' thought--grin!
Glad you're back home, Dulcinea. The blog world missed your creativity.
moving
This gave me goose bumps Dulce....I FEEL everything you are saying...Poems have a way of doing that to us...Isnt it great :)
Post a Comment