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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Joy









Joy

In the way of the Craft, the young girl awakens at her anointed hour, thrumming juices, teetering on the subtle slide of Woman to walk the cool passageway in the dim of dawn, stones cold on tender feet her gauge of the rush of rivered time. There in The Windowed Room she walked the prescribed steps, tall, supple, certain, shining, in spilled first light spreading sensuously across the wall of Acumen as she surely selects from breath blown crystal canters of acid, sparkling in sweet sinister surreptition, one, that one, single shimmered beaker of waiting oil, lifts in the circle of slender tapers of her forever forebearer fingers - sprinkled solitary goblets to fall into concentric centered circles, watching with her gazing eye for the arched gnarled foot of the Alchemist appearing at the splat of the final drop, arriving in precise promised punctuality in that sun surged joy soaked room to sweep the sudden swirling filigreed forgettable flotsam of her Innocent's yesterday into the coalesced certainty of her sun spun Tomorrow as light engulfs her nodding now.

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  1. Gosh! That one's a stunner. I wondered about "innocent's" - why not just innocent? Prose poetry seems a great vehicle for a Wordle, says she resolving to try it next time.

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  2. Oh thanks Viv - these Wordles get me up at 3! Hmm as far as "Innocent's" ... I don't really even know where these surreal lands come from and I suppose I was thinking of a group of The Innocents which she was now leaving. Hmm maybe?

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  3. I myself would like to visit the wall of Acumen, perhaps for inspiration, or maybe even to inscribe my own name there!

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    1. Oooh thanks for stopping by...hadn't thought of the wall of Acumen in quite that way and like your image very much :)

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  4. This is surreal and a mysterious setting. Oh do you get up at 3am to write?

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    1. Hi Irene, no I do not usually get up at 3am .... Had "Wordle Brain" lol... once discharged was able to return to sleep!

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  5. Lovely wording and images presented here, Pearl.

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    1. Mary - as always thank you for taking the time to stop by and comment too!

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    1. A "Wow!" I am thrilled to get a wow! THANK YOU...

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  7. Pearl, I was captivated by "the subtle slide of Woman" - that's such a great image - and the "rush of rivered time". I like your flow of language.

    Richard

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    1. Ah Richard - Thank you so much, I deeply appreciate the appreciation of the way the language flowed :)

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  8. Hmm - were you and I thinking along the same lines Pearl? Maybe not but I find it interesting that we've used some of the same words (not wordle words) and wonder which Craft your innocent is joining ... I like this very much and enjoy its enigmatic flow as much as anything ... lovely imagery as some others have said:I concur

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/03/should-luna-soar.html

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    1. Yes we were! Could not post all day on my IPAD (for some odd Appley reason)... At any rate just posted over at your site - So very much enjoyed your Crafty interpretation - a wonderful poem... Thanks for stopping by and glad you enjoyed :)

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  9. hmm...what we give up to gain. To be included rather than excluded. Reminds me too of other secret societies like the Masons, or even selected religious orders. Like Master Po accepting the graduation of his 'Grasshopper' leaving no foot prints on his rice paper walk. I enjoyed this read as well as the comments from others.

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  10. Thank you Jules - your stopping by and your deeply humanistic views deeply appreciated.

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