“A Soft Landing” The Sunday Whirl #65

The carving edge of humility sets us apart …

A holy communion of souls, missing the Upper
West Side or the barrio — the die never lands
on the right side, it only flicks the future …

A dense ache living in the bones, or touching
your hairline when awake …

You get drawn in by charm’s grittle;
the possibilities are consuming, keeping
gravity out of place

Plant sunflower seeds for tomorrow’s refrain,
watch nature’s spray, as swells of active
cacti crack the patio, pushing up thorny claim

A trigger of memories — landscapes relish
life’s chain

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47 responses to ““A Soft Landing” The Sunday Whirl #65

  1. Nice imagery/metaphor, Pamela. You’ve somehow managed the abstract and concrete at the same time.

  2. “cacti” cracking the “patio” yes surreal and concrete and always vividly authentic 🙂

  3. nice…those last two stanzas in particular are very nice….the planting of the sunflower seed and a bit on natures rhythm…

  4. The image of cacti pushing through the concrete is softened by the humility of souls. A lovely whirl Pamela.

  5. Hola Pamela, great first line. Your words were mesmerizing, floating across the page. Loved the images portrayed here with a touch of nature.
    Que bueno!

  6. Amazing piece, Pamela. I really like:

    Plant sunflower seeds for tomorrow’s refrain,
    watch nature’s spray, as swells of active
    cacti crack the patio, pushing up thorny claim

  7. This whole entire wordle is rich, Pamela, seriously you’ve planted some really intense imagery with your word choices. I love the ending image of the cactus cracking open patio…well done!!

  8. You pull your reader in with that first line, then keep her there with your flow of imagery that is both dense and beautifully striking, Pamela. Love coming here to watch you dance across the page with your deft but ever light touch,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/07/15/unexpected-gifts/

  9. WOW! Spectacular imagery in this piece, Pamela! “The die never lands on the right side, it only flicks the future” is an amazing line!

  10. Ha! I picked the same line as Marianne as my favorite, Pamela. This is a strong write. Your imagery is beautiful. The cacti pushing up through the cracks…

  11. It seems you took the words through a “rough grind” and created a beautiful write!

  12. beautifully written …. loved ‘cacti crack the patio’ and ‘landscapes relish life’s refrain’ …. images painted in words with such meaning…

  13. Ha! Ha! I picked the same line as Marianne and Brenda, as my favourite. i love the sound of it. My favourite image is the same as everyone else’s. I think this combination of words is going to draw some different things from us all.

    margo

  14. Thanks dear Margo, I am not quite sure how I arrived at that, but it does seem to work. Maybe it was all the cursing, huh, complaining, I did. 🙂

  15. I think Irene has made a great observation; you manage the abstract and concrete. It seems your poems always reside in the state between wakefulness and sleep. Magical.

  16. A dense ache living in the bones, or touching
    your hairline when awake … Very accurate writing. I love the image of an ache touching your hairline.

  17. Sometimes it feels that way, Annette. Thanks for the nice comment.

  18. I love ‘a trigger of memories.’ THAT is my favorite image. Plus I liked how you incorporated that tricky word ‘grittle.’ Well wordled.

  19. I took a nap and the desert grew…
    tapping the reserves of ones soul for life’s refrain – soothing aches with living refrain.

    Here’s the back story to why Porter left…
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/04/lackluster-lackey-sunday-whirl-wordle.html
    Also a wordle…
    I’ve added the link to the new piece since you were the second to ask – thanks.

  20. Jules, thanks and also for the link.

  21. ” the die never lands
    on the right side, it only flicks the future …”

    I love that.

  22. The imagery was so distinct and graphic, I could really see the thorns growing up through the porch and the sunflowers blooming. So expressive and just lovely.

  23. Finely crafted, beautifully phrased. I love this one.

  24. You get drawn in by charm’s grittle;
    the possibilities are consuming, keeping
    gravity out of place

    This basically rules the waves. The possibilities are varied in most things. And there’s no pull from either sides. You always have gems for us, Pam! Great!

    Hank

  25. Well done! It’s so much fun to see how different everyone’s poems are. Here’s mine. http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/burn/

  26. Your poem had a twist to it, Misky. I had no idea where you were going until the end. Good one. Thank you.

  27. I just love this! Especially the idea that the die never lands on the right side … my belief also … kinda reinforces the idea that all of life is a bit of a crap-shoot in some ways and luck has much to do with what you get or don’t … as those before have said and much more eloquently, your words are wonderfully woven and the imagery great … very nice

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.it/2012/07/on-perils-of-villa-cimbrone.html

  28. Pamela, we seems to have sparked some of the same images. I loved the idea of Life’s Chain being the burdens we all must manage. Visions of Jacob Marley link bound gives a strong and heavy representation of this concept. Well written.

I appreciate all comments.

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