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
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..
ReplyDeleteThanks Claudia for the visit and lovely words ~
Deletea 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..
ReplyDeleteJust following your example Brian ~ Thanks for the visit and kind words ~
DeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kerry for your support ~ Margaret's photography is an inspiration ~ Stretching my wings in writing ~
DeleteHeaven, 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.
ReplyDeleteThat is the way I feel about writing Mary ~ Thanks for the lovely words ~
DeleteI love that!! It is SO like that with writing!
DeleteLovely. The imagery of the horse and rider so wonderful. Margaret takes some fabulous pictures, doesn't she!
ReplyDeleteShe does ~ Great to see you Bren ~
DeleteReally lovely poem and great pic. Feel windswept reading it, and freer. k.
ReplyDeleteWild and carefree, but still within bounds.
ReplyDeleteJust the right balance between untempered and controlled.
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.
ReplyDeleteSo 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.
ReplyDeleteYum. 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.
ReplyDelete"until the emerald sea whispers to me
ReplyDeleteCome 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!!
hmmmm this is just lovely... no one can write at this like you do, grace
ReplyDeleteThis dreamy and helpless and headlong. I like the waking from statue stillness into an unstoppable rush. It's very good.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!
ReplyDeleteCaptivating piece SL....
ReplyDeleteWould like to bake on that island indeed, aliens are supposed to have been there too, maybe I'd find a clue.
ReplyDeleteConspiracy theory Pat? ~ I don't know..ha..ha...
Deletethe imagery is fascinating!
ReplyDeleteYour poem made my heart, my spirits soar .... like the wind!!! Free falling ... loved it.
ReplyDeleteThe moai is fascinating, would love to see some time. The emerald sea, the white edge, falling like fire or stone, lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is all feeling - a magical experience. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery on the theme of wind. Just feel like one is soaring along as one reads your poem. :)
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem, and I love the picture!
ReplyDeleteWindswept for words, Heaven! The rider ,the horse are very alive given your treatment. Great verse!
ReplyDeleteHank
To everyone : Thanks for the visit and wonderful words ~
ReplyDeleteI appreciate them and Happy Sunday ~
Gorgeous. A grand free-fall of a write. Now I'm windswept too. Thank you so much for this.
ReplyDeleteinteresting image raised by the idea of throat singing
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteit's funny when you have the wings, but not the wind to use them...
ReplyDeletewindswept, indeed. windswept by this poem. :)
ReplyDeletesuch creative images and words!
ReplyDeletebonus track
I love the whole thing, and the last few lines are my favorites. You wrote with such sensuality. Really enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the imagery verbal and photo.
ReplyDeleteWell written.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
I could feel the rush Heaven.
ReplyDeleteyou know what i love about your pieces heaven?
ReplyDeletethey take me there.
xo
This is incredibly lovely......the throat-singing, all of it. Your first two lines are stellar.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful.... the imagery you've portayed, just stunning : )
ReplyDelete-Eva
windswept...
ReplyDeletesometimes its just easy to flow with wind...
lovely verses as ever :)
Beautiful once again :)
ReplyDeleteJust 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!
ReplyDeleteoh beautiful, Grace - I love horses, love that you've given this one a voice... and this especially:
ReplyDelete"there is no safety net when i free-fall
you are either a ball of fire or silent stone falling"
something zenlike about it
...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! :)
ReplyDeleteObviously, I loved this! Thank you for doing my photograph justice!
from the first line to the last ~ too many wonderful lines to quote!
ReplyDeletea beautiful vision of a horse in flight!
♥