R: [acornlive] submits
Christopher Neenan (acornlive@dublinwriters.org)
Sun, 22 Oct 2000 09:12:59 +0200
Hi Linda Mc!
Thanks for the prompt reply. I've just been looking over the July Acorn
poets. We have a great bunch here. Let's get them all off the ground again.
I think Dublin Writers should keep us more up to date on their meetings in
that pub in Dublin. We are all scattered all over the Globe with only
Nessa's voice holding us together. We are all busy with non-literary working
lives and looking after families too. But poets don't all have to earn a
living on poetry. That doesn't make us 'amateurs'! Perhaps, we have much
more energy because we are carrying a double load, a nine-to-five (and more)
job and poetry in those extra presious hours.
----- Original Message -----
From: Linda McInnis <mrfsealah@hotmail.com>
To: <acornlive@dublinwriters.org>
Sent: Saturday, October 21, 2000 4:12 PM
Subject: Re: [acornlive] submits
> 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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