Thursday, August 16, 2012

She Moves

Demone delle Nuvole




She moves
in mysterious sways
ruffling the feathers
under a hawk,
correcting for axis tilt, slightly
vibrating kisses through tectonic plates,
whooshing a small boy on a swing
0.6096 meters higher
till he throws his head back
and laughs.

On her long journey
being the star sewn void,
she has time
for no more.

~August 2012





Dragon





An interplanetary voyage through 55 very small galaxies






Header Photo: Demone delle Nuvole, by Paolo Avezzano, on flick'r
Footer Photo: Dragon, by michelle.fanucci, on flick'r
Shared under a Creative Commons License


33 comments:

  1. I can't get the picture of a laughing boy on a swing out of my head -- love that image.
    Thank you for sharing this.

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  2. mysterious sways....smiles....ha...sorry got the image of singing to the radio and the way we make small changes....def an ethereal feel to have the power to swing children and correct the flight of hawks...smiles...

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  3. ...And I feel fine anytime she's around me...passionate kisses...nice one

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    1. lucinda williams--and james taylor--they go well here. thanks.

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    2. which reminds me--the sidebar needs a refresh--

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  4. of course, I've lived this many times:

    whooshing a small boy on a swing
    0.6096 meters higher
    till he throws his head back
    and laughs.

    ...it hasn't passed me by yet, but my youngest is almost 5! This almost brings tears to my eyes. I will have to go out and photograph his joy while on the playground this week and share it soon :)

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  5. This brought a smile to my face, Joy. I'm tellin' ya...She is Everywhere!

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  6. Thanks to all. I will be around tomorrow to read and return visits.

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  7. I guess you just can't help yourself...You think in Poetry!
    But there are worse things than being the Queen of Imagry.
    You are so special Joy...Thanks
    Loved your Fantastic 55 My Friend
    Thanks for playing, thanks for your weekly support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  8. "till he throws his head back
    and laughs."

    Because this is surrounded by great winds and a universe of stars--even more than the bird and the axis tilt--it brings significance to the smallest human and makes me gasp. Everything matters. Who knows the cause? Perhaps it was the laughter of the boy that assured that "she moves."

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  9. And, she doesn't need a bit of help from me! And, there's my zen for the day.

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  10. What a grand image but at the same time sweetly personal.

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  11. I like the way you painted her journey ~ Beautiful Hedge ~

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  12. a shame she has time for no more! amazing 55!

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  13. I just love the vibrating kisses! great write- thanks.

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  14. How wonderful this was. I enjoyed every second of the ride.

    Mine is at:

    http://rnsane.blogspot.in/2012/08/friday-flash-55-all-aboard-august-17.html

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  15. And what an outstanding refresh. The pairing of pictures to the tune is riveting. I always associate MaClean with the epic "American Pie", but this is really a gem. "Now I think I know.. how you suffered for your sanity...." Thanks for this one.

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  16. I love the image of the boy laughing on the swing.

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  17. Yep, the happy kid image will be with me all day..thank you!

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  18. With your 55 words, you opened up an entire vista before my eyes.

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  19. Just great. One of my favorites of your actually. Just perfect and amazingly 55 words. Not one too many or too little. (To hell with Huitains! - a joke only!)

    Just the right fraction of meter as well. k.

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    1. Thanks, k. I am thinking about playing with a huitain again--just wrote one not long ago--that one that I posted to your French prompt--and it's a cool form, but haven't had time for much.

      The meter--thanks. It used to be really hard for me to 'feel' meter, like being tone deaf, so much so I couldn't write a sonnet to save my life. I'm not saying I've mastered it, but I find the more you use it, the more it becomes odd not to have it--and poems often feel much improved when it's there. I didn't really pay much attention to it in this one, so maybe that means its becoming less external and more internal. One can hope. ;_)

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  20. I-n-c-r-e-d-i-b-l-e! Such a beautiful poetry.
    Great 55!
    Mine is here
    Have you a ROCKING WEEKEND!!!
    hugs
    shakira

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  21. Loved this. The laughing boy is such a great image. At first, I thought the picture was an untrasound. I kind of wish it had been. I bet you would have done something equally as good with that.

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  22. I too thought ultra sound, only because I dug out my sons ultra sound out to look at it last week, he's 18 now and moving out in a few weeks, I shall keep his laughing boy image in my mind as I cry when I help him put his suitcases in the car.

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  23. What a mind boggling poem. She moves likes an earthquake is happening. WhoOo! That was such a great read. Thanks.

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  24. a beautiful scene you have painted here. the bird soaring...the boy soaring...I felt like soaring.

    on a side note...that first picture freaks me out a bit; I like it, but it's a bit creepy.

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    1. Yes, the title in Italian is Demoness of the Clouds--but I think the face of god might well be a bit frightening for us mortals were it to appear. Thanks for reading.

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  25. All the wonder of the cosmos wrapped in 55 lovely words.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg