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Sunday, March 18, 2012

the songed



the songed

There in the darkened hallways they perilously met singing sacred silent songs
of previous generations, two young girls taking upon their thin backs the lashed
drives of forebearers long gone to carry the sources of ALL to even one OTHER in
perfectly prescribed delivery, their gestures choreographed in drama, each soft
speaking hand sensuously silkily preserving the gentle gestures, passion
pounding without limit, lifting their budding breasts as they clasped each other
in final tight tear-filled parting and hurried off, melting the cold night
leaving small singed footprints on cobbled stones as the only sign of their
inherent mission in the dim weak fire drained dawn that follows forever
listening to catch a single molten note.





27 comments:

  1. I love "leaving small singed footprints on cobbled stones."

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    1. Ah thank you Brenda... and thank you for these words!!! I only write these surrealistic poems when wordling... I have no idea where they come from ...

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  2. Pearl, I like the links that are suggested in your word choices, from "singing sacred silent songs" to "singed" to "signs".

    Richard

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    1. Thanks R. There is a bit of me in here somewhere :)

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  3. It is amazing how the wordle words seem to write themselves.

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    1. Yes, Laurie they just fall out of nowhere, somewhere, who knows where.... Great fun :)

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  4. A small little tiny man with a pointed blue hat is sitting in your attic and channeling through you.

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    2. Ahhhh so you have seen him too..... The Wordler! :)

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  5. Words come from the muse or muses... I let them run free on the page. ...listening to catch a single molten note... captivating!

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  6. You sang my up and you sang me down. Where do these feelings and images come from I wonder? I follow in light pursuit.

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  7. You have left your footprints clearly. Thank you for sharing.

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  8. I, too, enjoyed the small singed footprints on cobbled stones. This reads like a dark fairy tale. Really intriguing.

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  11. I too am straining to hear that single molten note. It is everything.

    Whirling Haiku

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  12. I'm with the rest; it is amazing how your wordles just flow ... very cool ...

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/03/down-hallways-of-motherhood.html

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    1. Wordle words just take me to these odd interesting lands.. I am a willing visitor :)

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  13. Wow, that's a long breath of a write, like "a single molten note".

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  14. Wow - that left me breathless. I especially liked the lines

    "leaving small singed footprints on cobbled stones"
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    "the dim weak fire drained dawn"

    Nice work.

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    1. Oh Kelly - Thank you so much - appreciate your stopping by and delighted you enjoyed. :)

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  15. Although I hadn't a clue as to where you were leading me, I found the wordle journey very moving. Some lovely lines.

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