Re: [acornlive] submits

Linda McInnis (acornlive@dublinwriters.org)
Sat, 21 Oct 2000 08:12:27 MDT 

Hello Chris & All!
It was good to see some AcornLive mail--I had been wondering just last week 
where everyone was.  Busy as I am, I imagine.  And, we're winding up to the 
"holiday season" in most places, so time will become even more precious.

Chris, I enjoyed your poems, esp. "Looking Out".  Evocative imagery, 
definitly.

The grandson is growing like a weed.  He will be five months old next week.  
Sorry, I have to brag!!

Here are two for the group's purusal.  As always, comments/feedback welcome.

Cheers!
Linda Mc
~~~~~~
Primal Soul

And if you stood upon the Hill of Kings
Firm rooted to the ancient Earth
Arms upraised to praise and call rain-pregnant clouds,

Would the airy currents bend unto your will?
Would the darkling sky open and release
A single beam to illuminate you to the World?

What makes the wind blow?
What calls estranged and separate hearts together,
Linking souls that never knew till they knew you?

Could you upreach the sky?
Grasp the crackling bolts in mortal hands
And in the face of fire fly?

Yes,
     I watch the scudding clouds forsee
Yes,
     I hear the whisper of the wind agree
Oh,
Yes

~~~~~~~~~
The Message

Winter blew in today
    It came on
        whirling
            swirling
fountains of leaves,
    ripped raggedly from their
last clinging hold upon the trees.

I watched through
    hazy, filtered sunlight,
Warm and dusty with the
Final heat of summer--
    The fire of your remembered gaze
Burned in afternoon glow.

I felt the winter come today
    On cool breezes across choppy water,
Your distant kiss
    Upon my blushing cheek;
It lived in azure-agate layered mountains
Backlit in the dreamcicle glow of sunset.

I heard winter's voice
    in quiet rushing twilight,
whispered through burgeoning cattails;
    hissed in wispy reeds--
It was the secret you hold close,
    The freshening wind released it
To my heart:
It says the Winter's not for sleeping,
    but for Knowing,
    Growing,
    Sowing
Seeds of summer triumphs soon to come.

I wrapped my soul around the winter day,
    the fading light,
    the opalescent dimming glimmer,
    clasped against my heart,
and then I knew--
It was all for you.

~~~~
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