“Heartbeat Whispers” The Sunday Whirl #85

Morning hazily lingers,
lost in hand-hewn moments on
city streets, circulating sandy clips in hourglass
patterns gathered curbside.
Her relationship’s a dried wax, peeling
from an oak tree; she considers other options.
As poinsettias turn toward the sun,
the empress’s sphere acknowledges this day
in intimate wisdom and desire.
The bougainvillea clash moods,
growing manic on sidewalks held
by earth’s charmed vivacity.
Cacti are flower forlorn and flameless;
she still finds water inside their branches.
Remembrances fuse soul where
darkness drags spirit into fear.
These maps tell fork’s variety; inherent
roads shall follow. On this morning, affairs
in hand like her coffee cup, in light’s
soft path she’ll drive tomorrow.

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13 responses to ““Heartbeat Whispers” The Sunday Whirl #85

  1. So aesthetically appeasing, Pamela… I especially like the ending.

  2. Sad when love dies… even the dry cacti which needs so little to stay alive is forlorn. and yet the hope is in the water in their branches.. Lovely imagery Pamela.

  3. Beautiful images. This is my favorite:–
    The bougainvillea clash moods,
    growing manic on sidewalks held
    by earth’s charmed vivacity.

  4. wow there are so many good lines in this…Morning hazily lingers,
    lost in hand-hewn moments on
    city streets, circulating sandy clips in hourglass…is sucha rich start…and then you bring the emotion…love the bit on cactus flowers as well…

  5. Yes, I loved this one…beautifully done, reminded me of words that I love, used so well.

  6. Oh Pamela, once again your images have taken me back to Mexico! How would anyone realize that you beautiful words originated in a wordle? Lovely!

  7. very dense – there’s a lot going on, here. I like your line breaks.

  8. Aesthetically charming lines Pamela.

  9. Well wordled Pamela, truly – the lines sing and the words disappear; love the photo and the snowflakes also …”these maps tell fork’s variety” – so cool

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/12/ecstasy-driven.html

  10. What a cool poem. The natural and mental world reinforcing each other (perspective, ha!) I especially like:

    These maps tell fork’s variety; inherent
    roads shall follow.

    But it’s partly so good because all of the specific physical stuff that came before. k.

  11. Exquisite. You write such magic. It’s truly beautiful.

  12. so well written. A wordle wonder!

  13. Thanks everyone. I love our Sundays together 🙂

I appreciate all comments.

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