Saturday, 23 June 2012

Windswept

                                                                 @Margaret Bednar


i am windswept for words
in these long sun-baked nights


sometimes i stand, immobile as moai* 
on Easter Island, lost-angst lover


i throat sing in my bid to find you, 
pulsing click-chunk-click, galloping the field, 


until the emerald sea whispers to me  
Come and be with me  


silky mane and forelock flows
as i hurl myself over the white edge,  


your hand urges a tumult run, wild grains on hooves,   
until all i see is blaze marking on my nose     


there is no safety net when i free-fall
you are either a ball of fire or silent stone falling    


i choose with my eyes closed 
as the wind lifts my wingspan on my descent   




Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Photography by Margaret Bednar
and D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics:   Logophila 

* Large stone statues made of volcanic ash in Easter Island

52 comments:

  1. nice...windswept for words..i like..and throat sing has a nice intensity..and yeah..there's never a safety net when we free fall... true that...and good when the wings are carrying..

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    1. Thanks Claudia for the visit and lovely words ~

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  2. a nice verse grace...thanks for the intro to moai as well...there is a nice freedom in your words....and a wind in my hair...and i like sound words like click clack too...smiles..

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    1. Just following your example Brian ~ Thanks for the visit and kind words ~

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  3. This is fine, fine poetry, Grace. I admire the ease of your lines, and the simple beauty of your images, as each unfolds upon the inner eye. This has to be one of my all-time favourites of yours.

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    1. Thank you Kerry for your support ~ Margaret's photography is an inspiration ~ Stretching my wings in writing ~

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  4. Heaven, the last two stanzas were definitely strong ones. Indeed oftentimes there is no safety net...and we just free fall, but we CAN be thankful for the wind that CAN lift us! And often does.

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    1. That is the way I feel about writing Mary ~ Thanks for the lovely words ~

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    2. I love that!! It is SO like that with writing!

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  5. Lovely. The imagery of the horse and rider so wonderful. Margaret takes some fabulous pictures, doesn't she!

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    1. She does ~ Great to see you Bren ~

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  6. Really lovely poem and great pic. Feel windswept reading it, and freer. k.

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  7. Wild and carefree, but still within bounds.
    Just the right balance between untempered and controlled.

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  8. You create wonderful images with your word choices, building an emotional resonance. It made me want to follow that wind as it flowed between the constraints of creative expression and it's glorious liberty.

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  9. So glad I came by to read the prompt and your response. I love the photo of the horse you chose as a prompt. Thanks for writing this.

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  10. Yum. I started by identifying with a young person "windswept for words" calling her horse for the plunge, but ended with Pegasus dreaming the rider, having called her and taken her to the sea, "you are either a ball of fire or silent stone falling / i choose with my eyes closed / as the wind lifts my wingspan on my descent." I like that the narration splits for me between the two who are clearly moving as one.

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  11. "until the emerald sea whispers to me
    Come and be with me"
    This and your opening line really speak to me!!

    It is so funny heaven...that is one of the first photos that stood out to me...I almost picked this one but I went with another.

    Happy weekend to you!!

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  12. hmmmm this is just lovely... no one can write at this like you do, grace

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  13. This dreamy and helpless and headlong. I like the waking from statue stillness into an unstoppable rush. It's very good.

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  14. Would like to bake on that island indeed, aliens are supposed to have been there too, maybe I'd find a clue.

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    1. Conspiracy theory Pat? ~ I don't know..ha..ha...

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  15. the imagery is fascinating!

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  16. Your poem made my heart, my spirits soar .... like the wind!!! Free falling ... loved it.

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  17. The moai is fascinating, would love to see some time. The emerald sea, the white edge, falling like fire or stone, lovely.

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  18. This poem is all feeling - a magical experience. Thank you.

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  19. Love the imagery on the theme of wind. Just feel like one is soaring along as one reads your poem. :)

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  20. I feel wordswept! This really excited me. The quality was even all through - no point in picking out bits. I hardly could catch my breath. Congratulations on it.

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  21. A beautiful poem, and I love the picture!

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  22. Windswept for words, Heaven! The rider ,the horse are very alive given your treatment. Great verse!

    Hank

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  23. To everyone : Thanks for the visit and wonderful words ~

    I appreciate them and Happy Sunday ~

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  24. Gorgeous. A grand free-fall of a write. Now I'm windswept too. Thank you so much for this.

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  25. interesting image raised by the idea of throat singing

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  26. This is compelling and beautiful, Heaven. I can feel that wind, impersonal, scouring but also all that's there to hold up the wings. Excellent poem.

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  27. it's funny when you have the wings, but not the wind to use them...

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  28. windswept, indeed. windswept by this poem. :)

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  29. I love the whole thing, and the last few lines are my favorites. You wrote with such sensuality. Really enjoyed reading this.

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  30. Enjoyed the imagery verbal and photo.
    Well written.
    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

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  31. I could feel the rush Heaven.

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  32. you know what i love about your pieces heaven?
    they take me there.

    xo

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  33. This is incredibly lovely......the throat-singing, all of it. Your first two lines are stellar.

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  34. Absolutely beautiful.... the imagery you've portayed, just stunning : )
    -Eva

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  35. windswept...
    sometimes its just easy to flow with wind...
    lovely verses as ever :)

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  36. Just beautiful! To me this really can represent the wildness we find both when we fall in love and when we throw ourselves into writing, very nicely done!

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  37. oh beautiful, Grace - I love horses, love that you've given this one a voice... and this especially:

    "there is no safety net when i free-fall
    you are either a ball of fire or silent stone falling"

    something zenlike about it

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  38. ...sometimes horses really do stand as immobile as moai - so alert and majestic - poised for flight. Other times they just sail across the pasture, yes, as if they had invisible wings, and I wonder what it would feel like to truly ride them like that with no bridle - just free falling and windswept! :)

    Obviously, I loved this! Thank you for doing my photograph justice!

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  39. from the first line to the last ~ too many wonderful lines to quote!

    a beautiful vision of a horse in flight!

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