Swarming through summer
words without sound
heel toe their way across
needle and stone,
log and bone,
rotating forests
and flushing creatures,
feathered and formidable
out of magic’s cauldron
onto passion’s page.
Jump!
Fluttering throaty calls
lumber around deadfall
where shadows form a hum
that hangs fear between ears
storming insistence
spreading a buzz
while words without sound
heel toe retreat
striving to thrive in silence.
Brenda Warren 2014
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Oh, I just now made the connection, Brenda–didn’t realize you have this blog too!
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THIS, especially:
“words without sound
heel toe their way across
needle and stone,
log and bone,
rotating forests
and flushing creatures”
LOVE.
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I too have strived to thrive in silence….in the end I retreated into a more joyful exuberance.
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O how I want to see those shadows forming a hum! 😉
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Brenda, have read through this three times now. You did a great job with the words, but I feel your struggle and want, yearn to soothe it. Spent the first half of my life terrified of silence. Then made friends with it and that made a world of difference. You are in my thoughts…
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Takes me back to those never ending childhood summers…
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Brenda, it is so nice to see you writing in the midst of your busy summer. You did a splendid write with the words, my friend.
Pamela ox
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This is much like an author’s sad song, well mine certainly as I contemplate the prompt words and try to get them aligned in my brain. How effective they were for you as you made them fall into place!
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‘rotating forests
and flushing creatures’ ~ make me to stop reading and ponder
MIDDLE jUMP just made it!
‘heel toe retreat
striving to thrive in silence.’ ~ calmed me down ~ peace
Thanks for challenge, Brenda!
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Now my feet are tapping along in time as I read and smile also…makes me think of the heel toe in tap dancing and how jubilant that felt..
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Ps age five – now it might be more of an effort 😉
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Oh, I like that heel, toe!
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This feels like one of those road-races for walkers. Good wordling.
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The first is like a spell, or at the least a chant. Really gives that “Jump!” a kick. (But maybe look first, know what’s on the other side of the tree)
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