Wednesday, December 26, 2012

...pondering footprints and moon shadows...


With a few small changes on the face of my blog I am joining in over at dVerse Poets Pub dversepoets.com today for Open Mike link which is each Tuesday.  Besides taking a break, if it had not been for some lengthy configurations issues with my email servers I would have returned sooner to blogging.  With remote tech support, alas it is all taken care of and a relief to be connected again and catching up on reading some poetry.  I hope you all are still enjoying the holiday mood and cheer or even just getting through the times in hopes of new beginnings and of not falling off any 'cliffs' ;-)...slighty ill today, however.


by klr

....before a glint in father's eye
somewhere safe from darkened sky
among ordinary angels ....
my soul floated between levels

...not knowing what the future held
yet dancing to a distant beat,
my sustenance was of
another world;
intravenously given by
divine caregivers.....possibly
guardians who's business was
inventories and assignments..
...or altruistic endeavors..
who can say?

From what vestige point did I emerge,
as in who decided how to be me?
Who knows the girl in the painting, 
The Museum Watcher, and what
lusts lead her in this life 
or the next?

...a glint in another man or
woman's eye?

...eternally not to rest, to
 fill a dream, live a lie?
I'd like to know that place where I 
will reside, or did,  and
how do  I spend so many good
days...most of the ions of time....
What peace truly comes when we
lay down our swords...and walk
this way no more?

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For MBK's  Form for All Dec. 20 - Kyrielle

An Octave of Common measure
by klr






Sunlight bent low in clear crisp air
Noon time light moved the trees
Felled shadows touched down frozen ground
  In stole Solstice with ease

Gold glitter shines in half moon light
Footprints tell of presence
Underneath thin layer of cold
   Icy warm coverlets









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23 comments:

  1. how interesting to think on our coming into the world...and the thoughts on where we go from here as well...if only we walked lightly, the laying down the swords...can we ever find such peace?

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    1. ..not Christmassy but the fir tree shadow is photo taken at night on my snow covered lawn..

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  2. laying down our swords, i wish we could...
    i much like...
    Who knows the girl in the painting,
    The Museum Watcher, and what
    lusts lead her in this life
    or the next?...

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  3. who decided how to be me?

    now that is a question to ponder! . . .

    1stly, i hope you are feeling a tad better . . .

    prompting some sweeping images, ideas and questions
    boiled down into a subtle mix of goodread poetry

    intravenously given by
    divine caregivers

    and i was captivated by the bonus of

    Sunlight bent low in clear crisp air
    Noon time light moved the trees
    Felled shadows touched down frozen ground
    In stole Solstice with ease

    take care :)

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    1. I'm glad you liked them..built around the photos taken of the fir shadows in my yard one night last week..wow, thank you, Arron!

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  4. Thanks so much for fighting through illness and technical difficulties to share this with us. Existence is a puzzling thing, and you've beautifully captured it here.

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    1. Thanks, Nico..the frustration of not being able to connect via email amid Christmas caused my blood pressure to go up, not to mention the rich holiday foods gobbled up and an the awareness of the fragility of life in the balance that brought it about :)

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  5. Both lovely... so glad you're back.

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  6. This is a lovely share ~ I was specially struck with the form poetry though as I know its a challenge to write them ~

    Wishing you Happy New Year ~ Cheers ~

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    1. ..challenging to be sure..

      Merry Christmas to you as well, Grace;)

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  7. Sorry you have been ill.Glad you are still with us and not falling off any cliffs:)

    Best opt for a peaceful existence now on terra firma... when we walk this way no more ...we don't know what little surprise may be awaiting us:)

    Happy New Year!

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  8. ..ha..perhaps a high glucose cliff!! ;)

    ..exactly, but color me curious yellow about what else there might be ;0

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  9. I like the first one most - it has a distinctive rhythm without losing its soul to the form. Beautifully contemplative thoughts too.

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  10. Lovely to read these challenging pieces. Glad you're back online!

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  11. Welcome back Kathy! It's a triumph of mind over matter. An irritant when these happen but otherwise one is unscathed. Lovely take on the poems!

    Hank

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  12. Enjoyed the first one especially very much...never thought to consider where I was before I 'became.' But, now that you write about it, surely I was somewhere...as were you.

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