A whitewashed building displays a clock with
granite hands, the preacher’s pulpit sings blessings;
a vacant lot edges the alley — weed-ridden —
broken bottle strewn, silence suffered
A shaken tomcat skitters straight up cinder block,
never looking down — a catharsis of fierce
façade, as cows meditate under a purple-hued
horizon in a remote field off this rugged highway
On matchstick’s tip, molecules learn to survive
through flames
As evening falls, sky warriors duel splendor;
parlayed grace forms marbled specter
Fascinating. I reckon a marble room would be rather more luxurious than rugged! Imagine a sumptuous marble-clad bathroom!
Viv, I believe you read this when I had a different ending, which I was editing when you commented. Yes, marble bathrooms are divine, sadly I don’t have one.
Glimpses of life on the ground that may not impact too greatly on us. Tomcats skittering upon being surprised,cows grazing are just some happenings before nightfall. Great observation Pam!
Hank
It is a true story about the neighbourhood tomcat. I have yet to see him climb straight up the wall, but my husband has.
nice…great line ont eh matchstick…and love the contrast as well between the cows and the cat…really cool piece
Not sure where that came from, Brian. About the matchstick, it was some thought I had the other day. Thanks.
Hi Pamela,
Nice wordle, very descriptive.
Good to see you back with us, Benjamin.
Your glimpses are spectacular, as always, Pamela! Favorites: “the preacher’s pulpit sings blessings” and “sky warriors duel splendor” and “parlayed grace forms marbled specter.”
Thanks, Marianne.
I could see the cat running up the wall, the broken bottle, and loved the image of sky warriors.
Thanks, Bren.
I like the vision of cows meditating.
They do look like they are meditating, don’t they Margo? Lazy-eyed and slow.
I love this part, Pamela:
A shaken tomcat skitters straight up cinder block,
never looking down — a catharsis of fierce
And the molecules surviving on the matchsticks is brilliant.
Someday I hope to see the tomcat skitter up the wall. My husband said it was a bit alarming. Like out of the Dracula novel.
I second what Brenda says!
http://lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com/2012/09/overtures-and-undertones.html
Thanks, Laurie.
And I third what Brenda said. Pamela, your work has such a strong signature stroke of fluid and amazing imagery, I come each week almost holding my breath and you never disappoint,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/09/09/wheres-the-beef/
Elizabeth, that has to be the nicest comment I have ever received. Thanks.
This is very descriptive – and so different from where others went with the words. I love when there is a lot variety in what we all do.
Yes, Annette. I have noticed I went in a different direction than most this week, as did you. Thanks.
Wonderful read – it’s strong and soft!
Thanks, Susan. I suppose strong and soft is good.
Those molecules that learn to survive through flames? What happens to them when the flame goes out?
Whirling with Myself
Not quite sure about that one, Magical. I will have to think on it.
This is a splendid wordle! I love the phrasing and imagery, “a catharsis of fierce facade” – a really wonderful write
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/09/plain-faith.html
Thanks, Sharon.
This is inspirational, Pamela. Love how you wrote weaving in the cows.
What a gorgeous weaving of words, and so visual.
I love this line best:
“On matchstick’s tip, molecules learn to survive
through flames”
Oh I just love coming to your blog and seeing what you have come up. This one is just perfect.
I like this Pamela. All the little nuances of the day that we miss if we don’t look close enough and you have captured the essence of that feeling here.
Interesting and deep with some great twists of phrase and words
I can see every detail. Was it the striking of the match that alarmed the cat? I can imagine the person (you say your husband saw the cat) turning their head every so slightly to see everything you have uniquely penned. Delightful.
Thanks for continuing to visit my story verse…I never do quite know where the worldes will take me…
Love those last two lines!