http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2011/10/23/wordle-27/
Ragged, clouds, rusted out, nods, glaze, blade, bridges, drag, stretched,
straighten, rolling, beginning,
every now and then I still can see it
spilling from the ragged edge of a cloud
or tinting frost-glazed crab-grass
beneath the bridge
where we sat, dreaming out loud
and heaven would pass
softly beneath fingertips
and smiling lips
as long, barefoot afternoons
stretched across our sighs
reaching to the blue moon
and we would drag our toes across
the gurgling surface of June’s beginning,
but the rolling force of love's rushing streams
straightens our lop-sided fantasies
pointing our faces forward instead of back
to where I still can see
the perfect shade of blue
before you closed your eyes
and cold November's sky
nods over rusted-out dreams.
J~
Beautifully wordled, Janet. I like so many of your images.
ReplyDeleteLove especially:
"we would drag our toes across
the gurgling surface of June's beginning"
Wordles are great fun, aren't they?
Yes Mary, they are because we never know quite for sure where they will lead;)Thank-you for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteLovely languid poem. Until the rather bleak end - which I like very much too.
ReplyDeleteSome beautiful imagery here Janet! A wonderful use of the wordle words, I really enjoyed reading this. :-)
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem Janet with some great imagery.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of sitting and 'dreaming out loud'.
Your imagery is phenomonal! I love this piece! I will be back to read more!
ReplyDeleteJanet- I agree- this is so vivid and beautiful... I especially like what Mary pointed out and:
ReplyDeleteas long, barefoot afternoons
stretched across our sighs
Janet, This quite vivid and lovely. Well wordled.
ReplyDeletePamela
Beautiful and sad, a poignant piece of writing. Your word choices are wonderful; I enjoyed this very much.
ReplyDelete“Heaven would pass softly beneath fingertips and smiling lips.” What a perfect description of love.
ReplyDeleteWithout the note, no one would ever know this was from a wordle.
Thank-you Mike, Yes, that is definitely one side of love. Ironically, so are November's skies. that is when we find out if we have what it takes, huh?
ReplyDeleterusted dreams shall not hinder us,
ReplyDeletekeep dreams coming.
profound piece.
Here, here. Here's to dreams. Thank-you~
ReplyDeleteRusted out dreams. Nice!
ReplyDeleteThank-you Nan
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is fantastic in this piece, pulling us through the feelings seasons evoke. Gorgeous and profound. I love it.
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