Saturday, March 30, 2013

Powders’ Peak



Sunrise by Javier Baño


Powders’ Peak

On Powders’ Peak
the Lost calls fall
mutely into the pit of Locks
thrumming through the moon-light

On Powders’ Peak
the ancient staff etched
ever faintly in stone
points to the dawn

Where the lost are found
persons are reconfigured  
and all answers are
written on soft petals falling
from Powders’ Peak

After….






Posted by Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) at 7:48 PM
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9 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 31, 2013 at 5:56 AM

    Nice use of repetition, Pearl.

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  2. annellMarch 31, 2013 at 6:00 AM

    I like how this piece seems to "roll" off the tongue.

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  3. Stan SkiMarch 31, 2013 at 6:20 AM

    I'm on my way to Powders' Peak...!

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  4. Walt WojtanikMarch 31, 2013 at 12:48 PM

    Pearl, you continue to weave your words into the finest fabric. I am warmed by its comfort. Thanks.

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    1. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)March 31, 2013 at 3:28 PM

      Awwww Walt - thank you dear poetic friend - lovely lovely comment :) looking forward to playing at PAD if the RoboEditor doesn't slow us down! :)

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    2. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)March 31, 2013 at 3:30 PM

      in re-reading this poem there seemed to be a redemptive tone to it - somehow echoing the day - do you agree?

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  5. drewMarch 31, 2013 at 7:55 PM

    I like it, especially the last stanza. These lines really grab me: "Where the lost are found persons are reconfigured"

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  6. gautami tripathyApril 2, 2013 at 7:25 AM

    This is so beautiful....

    I am here after SO long!! Sorry about that!!

    inside that bowl, I see the whole world

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