for The Sunday Whirl
Our mighty words unwind
often bold and searching,
saturating spirit,
casting splendor across thresholds of thought.
Gardens bloom beneath our fingers
making skeptical syllables sigh.
Some embellish words to the nines
some place them
slight
(or aside).
Sundays in springtime bring gardens.
Last fall’s election brought swords.
Our words spark and ignite
as we tumble together
smudging our spirits with Sundays.
Pieces tumble onto pages
as the journey takes control and our words
speak from that murky place
where soul resides,
making spirit soup on Sunday
where all these poets whirl.
Brenda Warren 2013
Process Notes:
A little soup for day 14 of NaPoWriMo. This piece is dedicated to all the great poets who write with me each week at The Sunday Whirl. Thank you all for supporting me here and there. You fill me up.
I just posted this and realized that it is my 200th post at undercaws. Caw! Caw!
undercaws 
Congrats Brenda! The Sunday wordle is one of my favorite sites.
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I’d like to think that we are al, each of us symbols spicing up every line of your poem. All together making sense, laughing, drinking tea or coffee, and smiling knowing that we mean so very much to each other.
A toast to our hostess! Cheers, make that three! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
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congratulations on 200 posts! Thank YOU for your words that help me create spirit soup on Sunday’s!
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Some embellish words to the nines
You know, I sometimes I feel like I’m doing that with the poems I write for the group. But I know, I’m just challenging myself to go further with the poems.
Wonderful poem, great tribute of us slightly mad poets.
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Thank you, Cathy. I am honored to count myself among you all. I really like “slightly mad.” 😉
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I’m a sucker for soup…er a slurper? Anyway, nicely done Oh, Fearless Leader!
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Ha! Thanks Walt. Slurping is good.
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I like the idea of us tumbling together as in a washing machine. I’m in a completely different time zone so have been watching my washing tumble like the chosen words. Luckily all my socks came out as did the words in my piece. It is a joy to post to your prompts each week.
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It’s been fun having you along for the ride. Thanks for joining in each week, OE.
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As you already know, I’m so glad you came into my sphere. Love what you did with the words, they seemed to suggest something about writing and it looks like several caught the hint. Here’s to many more weeks of wordles Brenda (did you ever think you’d hear me say that?). My angst is simply natural rebellion, I’ve learned too much here to walk away ignorant. Thank you, Brenda,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Thank you Elizabeth. Wordles are bugs that are hard to shake. They keep me coming back! Your kindness and wisdom are appreciated.
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Two years! HUZZAH! I agree with Misk, “last fall’s elections brought swords,” and, unfortunately, we may be headed for guns with all the militia wackadoodles out there. Liked the editing reference in the beginning… something I need to work on! I answered an ekphrastic with the Dozen, then realized I used “sign” instead of “sigh.” *siiiiigh* Love, Amy
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Sign, sigh, pffff…no big deal. Thank you for engaging with my text, Amy. Your comments are thoughtful. I hope we aren’t headed for guns, but it does seem to be a worldwide trend. Your poem is a great response to that painting.
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I love it! Congrats on reaching 200. I love the Sunday Whirl.
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The Sunday Whirl loves you, too! Thank you, Cheryl.
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Wonderful poems, Brenda. It is amazing that it has been two years, isn’t it? You are such an inspiration.
Pamela
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Oh pshaw… You inspire me to be a better writer Pamela. Your rich use of metaphor is something I strive for. Thank you for your encouragement. I appreciate our communication through poetry.
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Spirit soup sounds like a good starter for Sunday dinner
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Indeed, Stan, thanks.
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Thank you Brenda for this platform to whirl around !! Sundays are an important day, what with the swirl of the whirl and Sunday’s “spirit soup”!! 🙂
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🙂 Thank you, Nanka. I’m off to your place to read, now.
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I almost decided not to write anything today. I’m glad I changed my mind, thus becoming one of the ingredients in Sunday’s spirit soup!
A Dozen Whirls
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Me too. A stop at your place feeds my spirit every time.
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oh my goodness, Brenda…love this…especially “casting splendor across thresholds of thought”. I just read and reread this several times…love the sound of it and the warmth of it. You have fostered a great place for us all to whirl with words every Sunday (or…for me, lately, later in the week!). Great big cyber hug to you from South Texas!! ❤
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Your hug is warmly returned, Paula. Thank you for your continued support and encouragement.
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Very nice tribute to the whirlers! I loved several phrases in this one, but I think I especially liked the alliteration and thought behind: making skeptical syllables sigh.
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Thank you, Nan. I like the idea of syllables sighing, too.
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Cor, Brenda, you’ve said it – this is the most amazing place with such a varied collection of writing each week, and it’s all down to you. Thank you.
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Thank you, Viv. I’m glad we’re in it together.
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Spirit soup…perfect description of the collection of Sunday Whirls. Thank you for creating and holding the space for this inspired happening.
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I’m glad you found us, Sabra, you enrich our soup.
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spirit soup out of our mighty, skeptical words…indeed. many good cooks using the ingredients you provide.
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Thanks for adding your spice, Mark.
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what I add may not always be palatable, but usually has a distinct flavor… 😉 kind of like Sambuca to those that do not like licorice
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Great analogy, Mark, I always enjoy your spice, Sambuca, and licorice.
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Brenda: Thank YOU for facilitating this amazing group of writers and for keeping us together and going strong, for two years, on top of everything else you do. Quite a remarkable achievement! I truly look forward to your wordle prompts each week. To your new poem, Spirit Soup on Sunday, and to all of our poems collectively, to learning how to be better writers, to be more thoughtful and creative, I raise my glass (coffee mug) to you, and to all of us! WOO-HOO!
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Thank you, Marianne. All you writers make the group worthwhile to host. I raise my mug as well.
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There’s something about this phrase that stuck with me, “Sundays in springtime bring gardens.
Last fall’s election brought swords.” It’s quite marvellous
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Thank you, Misky. I liked that part too, and thought it would be interesting to explore it further. I just read your piece, where you weed out words…one of those great springtime metaphors.
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