Wind and willow
sibyllic
the whispering wind
intimates
coming change …
and where will the wind take me?
I really don’t know
Dorothy
rode the wind to oz
from Kansas,
this story
about changing and growing
might be the answer
enigmas
puzzles and magic
adventure
and heart-break
without her ruby slippers
I’ll never return
tomorrow
is another day
or perhaps
yesterday
is time perhaps relative …
[infinite cycles]
© G.s.k. ‘15
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I really like this! Excellent form and diction — great job!
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Thanks a lot Alexandra!
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life runs in a cycle..
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It sure does!
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that photo gives life to your poem…life cycling over and over…love the relation to Dorothy…how that speaks to me.
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Thanks … the Wizard of Oz is such a great story … I’m happy my Muse thought of Dorothy too!
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How my mother loved Judy Garland!
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Yes … she was great in this role too!
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Somewhere over the rainbow was a song that brought mom back to almost lucidity:)
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Oh my … now that is interesting … a song that touched her soul somehow I think.
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It did! Funny I remember that the Wizard of Oz always played on the tele around Thanksgiving time when I was a kid. My father would shout up to us to come watch and we`d always watch it together, in B & W of course. I think the Sound of Music took up the tradition when my kids were growing up…even if we eventually got the video.
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Same here, I must have seen it a bazillion times .. always around Thanksgiving.
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Very impressive, and your pictures are always stunning!
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Thanks once again … I’m really happy you find the pictures stunning 🙂
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Brava, what a feat!!
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🙂 thanks!
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Welcome!
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A merry go round rather than a cycle?
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I love the Oz reference. I never liked the movie but he stories were such an enigma and the heartbreak of your line “without her ruby slippers I’ll never return” is just fabulous!
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His stories are fantastic … I used to read them to my youngest son. And thanks, I’m glad you caught that line and appreciated it …
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wonder-full!
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Great write and an amazing picture! enjoyed reading!
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Thanks Nithya!
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I have a brooch of the ruby slippers and no, you can’t borrow it:)
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Ah naughty to bring it up and deny me the comfort of one! 😀
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Awesome!
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What a visual delight this poem of yours, Bastet. Brilliant imagery.
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Thanks Sunita!
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love -without her ruby slippers I’ll never return – stunning!
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Thanks Candy … being a traveller all my life and an ex-pat as well, there are moments when like Dorothy I would love to go “home” — but “home” just doesn’t exist for me outside of my inner home.
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long time ago I saw a plaque that said , “home is where you hang your heart” That pretty much sums it up.
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Yep, it sure does 🙂
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“is time perhaps relative.” I enjoyed the whole poem but in particular that line.
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Thanks Morgan … a thought that comes to me very often actually, so I’m particularly glad you enjoyed it!
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“infinite cycles indeed”, and if you’re lucky as the cycles progress the drama lessens:) Nice one.
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Ah – and now don’ believe that for a moment my dear.
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