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.
I love "leaving small singed footprints on cobbled stones."
ReplyDeleteAh 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 ...
DeletePearl, I like the links that are suggested in your word choices, from "singing sacred silent songs" to "singed" to "signs".
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Thanks R. There is a bit of me in here somewhere :)
DeleteIt is amazing how the wordle words seem to write themselves.
ReplyDeleteYes, Laurie they just fall out of nowhere, somewhere, who knows where.... Great fun :)
DeleteA small little tiny man with a pointed blue hat is sitting in your attic and channeling through you.
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DeleteAhhhh so you have seen him too..... The Wordler! :)
DeleteWords come from the muse or muses... I let them run free on the page. ...listening to catch a single molten note... captivating!
ReplyDeleteMuse music....thanks on behalf :)
DeleteYou sang my up and you sang me down. Where do these feelings and images come from I wonder? I follow in light pursuit.
ReplyDeleteYou have left your footprints clearly. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI, too, enjoyed the small singed footprints on cobbled stones. This reads like a dark fairy tale. Really intriguing.
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ReplyDeleteI too am straining to hear that single molten note. It is everything.
ReplyDeleteWhirling Haiku
I'm with the rest; it is amazing how your wordles just flow ... very cool ...
ReplyDeletehttp://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/03/down-hallways-of-motherhood.html
Wordle words just take me to these odd interesting lands.. I am a willing visitor :)
DeleteWow, that's a long breath of a write, like "a single molten note".
ReplyDeleteExhaaaaaaale.... :) Thanks Irene... :)
DeleteWow - that left me breathless. I especially liked the lines
ReplyDelete"leaving small singed footprints on cobbled stones"
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"the dim weak fire drained dawn"
Nice work.
Oh Kelly - Thank you so much - appreciate your stopping by and delighted you enjoyed. :)
DeleteAlthough I hadn't a clue as to where you were leading me, I found the wordle journey very moving. Some lovely lines.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming Viv.. was a bit surreal :)
DeleteExcellent poetry.
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