“A Lost Meandering” The Sunday Whirl #153

We gallop through a square room
where your saunter swivels and stings beyond
the lifting glide without warning.

A golden quartet flaps the trees
unlatching my day,
gripping the broken spirit,
Its meander lost on the sky’s
hindrance, smooth and gulping upward.

I slink between tired responses
after shambles fall from my mouth,
our boundaries part.

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18 responses to ““A Lost Meandering” The Sunday Whirl #153

  1. I don’t just get that shambles from the mouth part–I’m its poster child

  2. Beautiful…one day we realize, todays pain, becomes a part of the past……it takes time, in fact it demands it. Yes, that is the process, boundaries part….heartbreak between every words.

  3. The title fits the poem.

  4. it feels like a coming apart at the seems….particularly in that last bit pamela…heavy with feeling…hope that you are well….

  5. magicalmysticalteacher

    I want to know more about that mysterious golden quartet. Does it have other tricks up its collective sleeve, and not just flapping trees?

    Raven Quartet

  6. You create a sad heaviness in this–almost as if the dance were, indeed, a Valse Triste.

  7. The shambles from the mouth really were the words that strode out..demonstrating quite the opposite perhaps?

  8. I kind of like to meander. Sometimes the process takes you to someplace better.

  9. Shambles from the mouth…oh the feelings and memories attached to those few words. There is a sense of detaching in this, neither cold nor indifferent, but packed with feeling.

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/crystallized-moment/

  10. I slink between tired responses
    after shambles fall from my mouth,
    our boundaries part.

    One has to make a stand somehow. There is nothing like putting to a finality where responses take too divergent a view among others. Brilliant write Pamelita!

    Hank

  11. heartbreaking poem, especially the last stanza

  12. What beautiful expressions you have used in this one; none better than the “shambles that fall from my mouth”. Well bite my tongue!

  13. Took my breath away.

  14. I am SO struck by this:
    “shambles fall from my mouth”

    Goodness. What a fantastic spill of words.

  15. Thanks for taking time to visit and comment…you are a good friend,

    Elizabeth
    http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2014/03/a-chat-between-two-poets.html

    • You are as well, Elizabeth. I read your chat, I just haven’t commented yet. I am watering the garden at the moment, it has been bloody hot the past few days.

  16. Pamela, you are writing your way through, and that is good. I especially loved “the broken spirit,
    Its meander lost on the sky’s
    hindrance, smooth and gulping upward.” Hang in there, kiddo.

  17. This is a heart-rending poem. And no shambles to it, either!

I appreciate all comments.

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