****
eons ago,
when they were younglings
they noticed one another,
blinking hard at their good luck
they were swept away
ripe and rolling,
seeing the hand of god
cleverly filling their basket
with stars and seashells.
in time, a nest
feathered with fledglings
weathers hail and firestone,
the walls never whispered
their flesh and bone secrets,
now the years are rudely slipping away
and all they can do is warm their hands
with the gentle flame of november
igniting indian summer –
fleet and furious.
****
©2013 Wabi Sabi Sunday Whirl Poets United
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absolutely beautiful…. such mastery with this handful of whirled words.
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Your language is indeed beautiful in this great poem.
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🙂 beautiful
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there is so very much that I really enjoyed in this beautiful poem its form, it’s image the beautiful language and the final lines ‘fleet and furious’ – quite beautiful … thank you .
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There is much to be impressed by here. A mystery of eons.
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…good memories to savor, sad reality to embrace… but, this poem is so beautifully penned that really touched me gracefully… smiles… much enjoyed, thanks!
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Wonderful use of the words.
Thank you.
Peace
Siggi
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i would hope they do get that indian summer, one more bit of heat
when love endures like that, it is a beautiful thing…
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Yes, that’s how life is: fleet and furious. What a marvelous picture of a marriage, with all its ups and downs, you have painted!
Dreaming of the One
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So beautiful!
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You have the gift of a storyteller ~ Enjoyed this one ~
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…the walls never whispered their flesh and bone secrets..
I love that feeling of the nest. This is gorgeous writing.
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Don’t you just love an Indian summer…?
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Such a lovely poem and story.
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Splendid reading. I loved it.
-HA
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Beautiful poem. I love it!
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That last stanza is breathtaking and just beautifully worded!
” with the gentle flame of november
igniting indian summer – “
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Yes..like Wendy (and others) that line shone golden..beautifully done..
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I agree with Mary, the last stanza is beautiful, it touches the reader..
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I liked how the two stanzas evoked two different periods. Lovely closing lines Wabi Sabi!
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Very lovely and I too like that the stanza evoke different periods.
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Awesome!
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OMG. You have written my dream life – the one I should have had and so wanted to have. Lovely.
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What a beautiful poem!
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like a legend passed down in verse
delightful WS
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So brilliantly done – a masterpiece indeed.
Anna :o]
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What a thoughtful piece about time.
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