Thursday, November 14, 2013

Firestorm


Fall colors



Firestorm 




Who's watching the dawn
with me, brown eyes or blue,
hazel rimmed yellow,
arctic crystal;
full of all they knew
once, watching  my face
 for the first show of light?
Who  hears
through
the artillery of autumn
the shots I can't silence,
the spell I mishandle,
the words I don't say
to make you stay?

~November 2013




55 falling degrees for       the g-man







Photo: Fall Colors, by Jason Riedy on flick'r
Shared under a Creative Commons license.

11 comments:

  1. the artillery of autumn...you gave me pause there joy...and those last two lines...carry so much emotion...and i usually watch dawn...smiles.

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  2. YOU, mishandle a spell? That strains credulity!

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  3. Beautiful, Joy Ann. The last five lines hold a sacredness and or sadness, I know well. Excellent poem.

    Pamela

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  4. Jeezuz Joy...
    I get it!!! And not only that, I'm honored that you've
    penned such a treasure for the Friday Fiesta.
    Loved your colorful 55
    Thank You for always being so encouraging to me and others.
    You are Coolsville Chickie.
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  5. I have to be a copycatter and echo brian because 'the artillery of autumn' burst out at me like a C-shell in a shit-storm and the final lines tugged a struck chord - more than tugged - plucked with a bow like a shadow boxing my gut!

    our red and orange spell is almost over as an Arctic blast is heading our way by Monday, packing plenty of them-there crystals. I need a dome in which I shall place my frazzle ass until spring!

    Hibernation, I mean if that isn't proof that we are less evolved than bears than I don't know. . . .

    concise, crafted, moving AND cool enough to collapse my only working chamber!

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  6. Oh, this made me sad. Sometimes, even if we have the right words in our arsenal, they are not enough... Needless to say, I loved this, hedgewitch.

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  7. Lovely sound here-- these short line rhyming songs work well for you--you manage the rhythm so that they do not get sing-songs. I don't know why but think of Hardy. K.

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  8. I wish there were words to make Autumn stay, at least awhile longer.

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  9. maybe it is the questions you pose that cut this one a little deeper, but my heart strains with the utter beauty we can experience here on the planet. seasons, our senses, personal doubt and loss, the relinquishing of control, aloneness. luminous writing, Hedge.

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  10. Emotional and beautifully penned. :-)
    -HA

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  11. You so beautifully write of the struggle to understand loss.

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