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"CLOSED THE DAY"
"CLOSED THE DAY"
Margaret Ann Waddicor January 28th 2011.
The night has closed the door of day,
and indigo reigns supreme,
we stand and watch the stars come out,
and dream.
How still the visions magical
take on
their costumed dance of spiralling with light,
sending auras far and wide e'en for millennia,
for us it seems forever, that ephemeral phenomena,
we try to hold in check,
and grasp,
but as we do it passes like a ghost,
into the darkness of the space beyond,
just as we come after it to probe the depths
of wiser worlds than ours,
we think, and yet we do not know,
that here its ours today,
this minute moving by,
so take its hand and treasure it while there,
for in the future you will grab
but air.
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Free verse
Last few words:
I will cut out e'en with even if you prefer? Ann.
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mand
Fri, 2011-01-28 13:48
Hi Ann
I love your discription of sun set and your message.
The minutes move on - lets grab them while we can because it passes like a ghost.
As always you have served up a banquet of imagery.
Thank you for sharing.
Love Mand xxxxxx
Nordic cloud
Fri, 2011-01-28 15:04
Thank you do come to my banquet
How I would love to give you a real banquet;
if I were a millionaire and could afford to bring
ALL the poets together in person.
Wow just think what a banquet we could have,
each contributing a poem and reading it out loud for us all,
ah dreams, just dreams, but they are their own reality
when we imagine them aren't they Mand?
Thank you, Love Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentmand
Fri, 2011-01-28 15:07
What a lovely idea! wouldn't
What a lovely idea! wouldn't it be wonderful - on a winter night by candlelight.
Mand xxxx
Nordic cloud
Mon, 2011-01-31 14:07
Yes dear Mand
Makes me think of the Kindergarten when we all dressed up in white and carried the candles each along through the woods, the Santa Lucia leading us, she was the oldest five year old girl, the boys with pointed white hats and the other girls with garlands in their hair, we walked slowly singing in the darkness, to the bonfire where we all ate special Lucia cakes with saffron, and sang together, all the parents waiting for the coming of the beautiful little procession around the bonfire. That was quite a moving experience. The snow twinkling and white too with the dark pine and fir forest beyond, full of watching animals no doubt!
Love from Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentNordic cloud
Fri, 2011-02-04 03:28
Thank you Rosina and Shirley
What I write is inspired by another, and that inspiration seems to bring out the deeper lying thoughts like the heating of the Egyptian paste glaze.
The clay is mixed with the glaze as a whole then slowly as the heat rises the glaze migrates to the surface of the pot, or figure, and becomes the turquoise glaze we know so well, on the Egyptian clay artefacts.
I made beads this way at Art College and they worked, you know those tiered layer of turquoise beads necklaces they made, wonderful things, not to mention the yawning Hippopotamus with the papyrus painted in black on his side, also in brilliant turquoise.
Thank you all and lots of love Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
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