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
AS THE WIND
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 (Reader)
Reviewed on March 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!
~Butch
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,
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.
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.
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.
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}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 7, 2007
Faith, faith, faith, I marvel at you unflinching faith. You write the write, walk the walk and talk the talk..
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.
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...
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"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!
~Butch
Love,
Eileen
Regis
Love,
CJ
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
'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.
Regards
Dai
use any lines from my work...you know that ;) It's really a
beautiful poem. Love it!
Light and Wisdom ...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
this is beyond words..........pax A
Love & lots of {{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
That's why the world loves yer...
well done
thanks,
~D.
marvelously aligned mood imagery brings this poem into fruition ...
Fee
Blessings,
Sharon
I love the image of the widow's palms folding and unfolding. I found myself folding and unfolding my hands. A very strong piece.
Cynthia
Rusty
Sage