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As The Wind
by Kate Burnside

Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Inspired by lines from Dale's most beautiful poem, Falling:

"As we are shadows
in the dawn of the day
Our love falls
Our shadows grow long"

Thank you, Dale! :)) Kate xx


Imperceptibly it moves, my life,
a lengthening shadow like the hand of a dial
measuring moment, quartering the hours
with muffled chimes of heartbeat and song.

My thread of days unravels, a ceaseless span
notched on solitary walls, passing silently
like the patient folding and unfolding of a widow’s palms
empty in her shrivelled lap, or as the steadfast gaze
of an abandoned child at an unflinching wordless window.

Time encrusted falls away,
a scab from an impenetrable wound.

I breathe already through fresh pink beneath
a new air, the quickening of heaven’s scent.

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Reviewed by Butch Howard 3/10/2007
The images you have chosen here and the concept of time's imperceptible movement,
"a lengthening shadow like the hand of a dial
measuring moment, quartering the hours.."
the "thread of days unraveling... like the patient folding and unfolding of a widow’s palms
empty in her shrivelled lap, or as the steadfast gaze
of an abandoned child at an unflinching wordless window."
are incredibly potent and compelling. As I grow older, I find that I am much more conscious of the passage of time and acutely aware of how precious each moment truly is. The last couplet hit me like a ton of bricks!
"the quickening of heavens scent" is uplifting and conveys to me a powerful sense of peace, secure in the knowledge of the poet's ultimate destination. Outstanding piece!

Reviewed by Lori Moore 3/9/2007
Your creativity sines with this work.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/9/2007
Always remarkable capture of the theme with exquisite wording.A true pleasure to read you Kate!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray 3/9/2007
Sometimes when I close my eyes and concentrate, I can feel time, as I breathe, passing by like the wind. Your poem reaches my soul, Kate. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace,

Reviewed by CJ Heck 3/9/2007
This is wonderful, Kate -- your imagery is impeccable. "My thread of days unravels ..." Excellent, my friend.
Reviewed by Joyce Bowling 3/7/2007
A beautiful write dear friend, enjoyed this very much!
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by Tactfully Naive 3/7/2007
As with the wind, our life passes by, like a shadow on the wall. The Old Testament describes the duration of life as a mist or vapour - here today gone tomorrow. Eventually the shadow of our influence left behind retrieats and rests besides us as well.

'I breathe already through fresh pink beneath'

The bio - coat we wear now is not the one we were born with - likewise with the lining. As with the wind, we have shed many coats, and their replacements use less material; more lined, more creased, resistant to ironing. Still, at least they continue to be waterproof.
'a new air, the quickening of heaven’s scent'
The breath of God that fills our physiological and spirtual lungs is ever new and through faith, ever near and eternal.

I have enjoyed indulging the deeper recesses of thought that this poem inspires.


Reviewed by Dale Clark 3/7/2007
Kate, this is a beautiful take on that and of course you could
use any lines from my know that ;) It's really a
beautiful poem. Love it!
Reviewed by richard cederberg 3/7/2007
I, too, agree with Alexandra KB - you paint masterful imagery that is sodden with emotional intelligence and perceptivity. I pray that someday your work finds the right publisher and generates a gold mine of satisfaction.

Light and Wisdom ...
Reviewed by jeff potter 3/7/2007
I really like this, can't think of anything clever to say but it hits a chord, deep. Thankyou
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 3/7/2007
You and I on the same page: as the wind inspires you, Kate, the warming Spring days inspire mine. Well done, my (((friend))), a beautiful, beautiful write.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 3/7/2007
Great inspiration form a great person!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 3/7/2007
Excellent write, Kate; very well done as always! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Reviewed by Susan Sonnen 3/7/2007
Where to begin...I have no idea. I truly cannot express how this has touched me. But believe me, I have been touched.
Reviewed by A PAX 3/7/2007
I second Alexandra's thoughts
this is beyond words..........pax A
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 3/7/2007
Spring always brings new air, new fresh scents, and new life to us all; and you've penned quite a poem, Kate.
Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*® Authors & Creations 3/7/2007
Although I do not express this nearly as often as my impressions, upon reading your poetry, urge me to, I have to say, dear Kate, that I'm always swept off my feet - as I would be, indeed, by a passionate wind - by the rare strength and profundity of your imagery. "Passing silently like the patient folding and unfolding of a widow's palms"... "an unflinching wordless window"... "time encrusted falls... (like) a scab"... "I breathe already through fresh pink beneath"... oh, wow... I'm humbled by the outstanding uniqueness of this evolving depiction of your intrinsic faith! Andy is right, this is what makes any of us who happen to meet you along the path feel incredibly privileged.
Love & lots of {{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 3/7/2007
Faith, faith, faith, I marvel at you unflinching faith. You write the write, walk the walk and talk the talk..

That's why the world loves yer...
Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry 3/6/2007
very sad contemplation of reality

well done

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson 3/6/2007
you capture the spirit of the wind and then set it free again, reminding us of that which is timeless. amazing writing. again :) Dawn
Reviewed by jude forese 3/6/2007
we must be thankful for heaven's scent to remind us of our longings and blend back into the wind within their caress ...

marvelously aligned mood imagery brings this poem into fruition ...
Reviewed by Felix Perry 3/6/2007
Sweet Kate, this write flows like a river winding effortlessly along uncharted paths. With each new line there are new images coming to life and the sadness mingles with the pain until the climax at the end brings death to the forfront of the whole thing.

Reviewed by Sharon Jordan 3/6/2007
Your thoughts were flowing, moving me along, as the wind.

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg 3/6/2007
i could relate to "an abandoned child at an unflinching wordless window" love the faith in the finale....

Reviewed by Cynthia Borris 3/6/2007

I love the image of the widow's palms folding and unfolding. I found myself folding and unfolding my hands. A very strong piece.

Reviewed by Rusty Daily 3/6/2007
Beautifully written as always Kate.
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 3/6/2007
A bobbin spindle in a zephr of timeless, windswept origami floats, poetry shadows summoned by angels in skylar harmony As the Wind carnival invites the happier aspects of Paganism and medieval Christianity in complimentary agreement "quartering the hours with muffled chimes of heartbeat and song." Dialed in, Kate...

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury 3/6/2007
The depth of feeling in this poems message is bottomless. Beautiful

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