Sunday Whirligig – July 5, 2015

 

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walking in a misty world
of silence beyond life’s beginning
everything yet to come
no people – no talk
in this primordial place
I shake my head
trying to go beyond
this place that is a nowhere
awakening at the crack of dawn
I shudder to think this might be, our tomorrow.

© G.s.k. ‘15

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, and were selected by Old Egg, who blogs at Robin’s Nest: misty, world, talk, everything, beginning, silence, beyond, nowhere, people, head, again, place

Reflections on Marriage gleaned from Samuel Coleridge – Wordle – June 27, 2015

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Elsewhere in time
Records play our favourite songs
Hands meet
We kiss sitting in shadows –
Our eyes lost in each other’s soul
Searching for an idea
As we walk the way of love.

Letters were written
Never seeing a mailbox
But creating the book
That is our relationship …
Until the sympathy ran out
Leaving us only with our love
And the battle that is marriage.

© G.s.k. ‘15

Sympathy constitutes friendship;
but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion.
Each strives to be the other,
…. and both together make up one whole.  Samuel Coleridge

I found this quote at The Muscleheaded Blog and decided to use it to “Wordle” a poem ….

For:

A poem written with razors – Wordleing with Sunday’s Whirligig – June 11, 2015

let me speak to you of a secret
in a poem written with rusted razors
found in a summer storm
so many many years ago …
’tis true
the gossips’ whispers buzz and burn
like hornets in heated bronze urns
but bathe your heart in sweet honey
let not the bigots sour your soul –
think nothing of their stinging words
– that alarming tittle-tattle
let them think they are alive
they too are thirsty for love’s embrace
but they lack the courage to seek
the passion of a lover’s touch
so they gossip about what they do not know
quoting gospel as they do.

© G.s.k. ‘15

 

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Let Me Tell You What a Poem Brings” by Juan Felipe Herrera, the new poet laureate of the United States: secret, poem, speak, razors, bronze, think, sour, thirsty, storm, alarming, bathe, gossip.

 

 

 

Wordleing with a Photo Challenge – May 17, 2015

-Vampire Zombie

-Vampire Zombie

grieving by the candles
a treasure lost – the sun
to learn to live in darkness
and walk the cemetery’s gravel path
was to be her soulless destiny –

the tavern was her doom
this prodigal girl did find
in a roar of thundery brimstone
she passed from her daily life
leaving  her forever longing
for the rushing stream at dawn.

© G.sk. ‘15

grieving, candles, treasure, sun, learn, gravel, tavern, prodigal, find, roar, longing, rushing

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Sunday’s Whirligig

Written for Sunday’s Whirligig and Photo Challenge #60 at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie