Thursday, February 20, 2014

Wind Chant



Wind Chant







The wind slaps the cedars
and pushes the pines.
Earth rocks restless horses
in a field that's not mine.
The sky runs on cloud-juice
and blue-bottle wine,

while stars fall for nothing,
Moon sits on her hair,
grass has gone dappled
as a piebald mare;

the wind strips the blackjacks,
saying
Let them wear air.






~February 2014





55 windy wisps of plain jane doggerel for    the g-man

The Polar Sucktex gave us some freakish winds to keep the earthquakes company today.


Optional Musical Accompaniment




Photos: Wind in the Pines, Blackjack Striptease, both copyright joyannjones 2014
All Rights Reserved.

21 comments:

  1. you cant win for losing eh?
    the ground shaking and everything above being blown over...
    made me think of the derecho we had a couple years back...
    it took out so many trees....just the country club lost 100s

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  2. LOL @ snownado. I love the ending to this, Joy.

    sharkquake?

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  3. Spectacular and vivid poem....and the pictures are wonderful, especially the lively top one.

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  4. Nothing wispy or plain jane about this beauty!

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  5. WOW!!!!
    That's something you don't see much anymore....Blue Sky!!
    Doggerel? Surely you jest.
    You are such a gift to us Joy. You are our shining example of pure poetic thought.
    And you are here for the reading....Thank You.
    Your weekly visits are my strength and Honor, I'm your Humble fan.
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  6. "grass has gone dappled
    as a piebald mare;"

    I was in awe of every metaphor - especially this one. I think your pen needs to be sent to the
    Smithsonian :)

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  7. And then all was well with the world...tiptoes away trying not to mention floods

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  8. The imagery and metaphors in this are excellent.

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  9. This is lovely--I agree with Margaret that the grass dappled like the pie bald mare is pretty special, but the idea of cloud juice is pretty compelling too! A wonderful set of rhymes and images. K.

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  10. Here we have had no snow this winter and I miss it a little bit. On the other hand, we have had a lot of rain and gray skies. This is not fun either. Great photos!

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  11. This is quite a poem to come from high winds and earthquakes! So musical, and energetic and filled with magical images that fall not far from Oz.

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  12. As Mike Morgan said, 63 mile an hour wind gusts in New England would make national news, but here? Nah!

    I adore that second stanza.

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  13. You make even the suckiest of weather sound...'windsome.'

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  14. So first the perfect pace and rhythm is itself a juxtaposition to that wind tearing at everything.. this ballad should be set as song-lyrics. Love the description of the colours too.. I simply love this piece...

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  15. The moon sitting on her hair is so much fun! and I know just the phase you mean! thanks.

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  16. Hope you're not getting shaken up too badly. We had rain, sleet, snow, hail, fog and wind yesterday. Makes you think the end is drawing near.

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  17. I admire your progression in this short one. Stirring up the visuals for us at the start, and landing with the wind's naked finality.

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