Somewhere there.
April 8, 2009 at 6:30 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 8 CommentsTags: F., poetry, three card, writing
Reverse connecticon between F. as Walt Whitman, played by Ray Winstone making some careful entrance in grey finery and slipping somewhere near between is me. I had two hands become pick-a-card and the hang’d man made three.
the great and sad song of
earth turned against its will
recurs and even trees tire
of their requirements
when one child aspires
to farthest branches and
one lies curled beneath
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Wonderful. Absolutely.
Comment by Narnie— April 8, 2009 #
so warm it gave me chills, so sad it made me smile
all even and odds, beautiful poetry
Comment by tipota— April 9, 2009 #
This is so intensely beautiful. On one level, I wish I didn’t understand English, the sound alone is so musical. And on the other, the imagery, the movement of images –the earth turned against its will, the child and the tree–is lovely in itself.
Comment by The Querulous Squirrel— April 9, 2009 #
tell the child to aspire to accomplish things he cares about, but also to have goals that he is able t reach.
Comment by mariana— April 9, 2009 #
It is like a Norman Rockwell painting. One child upon a limb, one asleep beneath the tree while the blue green marble of earth spins endless silently. Just lovely Paul.
Comment by Fabian G. Franklin— April 9, 2009 #
Lovely. Sometimes I feel like the first child, other times like the second. Beautiful piece about duality, about sadness and joy, feeling protected vs. taking risks.
Comment by Thomma Lyn— April 10, 2009 #
This is so haunting…I love it. Such a lonely image – ‘one lies curled beneath’
Comment by Ishtari— April 11, 2009 #
Lovely. Absolutely Lovely. No other words.
Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk— April 13, 2009 #