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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Emptied Clouds

by Marilyn Braendeholm

Ambivalence, they said,
empties clouds of water
and incense of its holy
intent and yet, fear of

breathing in tenderness
kept them choked and dazed.
Their prayers rise on thin strings
of hazy smoke, carried

to heaven on fragile flags
with scurries of penned whispers
that flap like fledglings
against the changing wind.

11 comments:

  1. Love the movement "upwards" through the course of this poem, M! Lovely -

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  2. Love the ethereal feeling of this poem. My favorite line, "empties clouds of water." I envision buckets coming down. Nice!

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  3. As soon as I finished this I wanted to read it again for sheer pleasure.

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  4. I like "fear of breathing in tenderness." So many great phrases to choose from.

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  5. Just gorgeous. I especially love:
    "Their prayers rise on thin strings
    of hazy smoke"

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  6. What wonder you've wrought with these words Misk ... it's a splendid poem and as Rosemary commented, worth re-reading

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  7. Wow, Misky. This is now one of my favorites of yours.

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  8. Beautiful poem. I loved "fear of breathing in tenderness" and "prayers rise on thin strings of hazy smoke". Such powerful images and great!!

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  9. Misky!! Another winner :-) Love that "scurries of penned whispers" you make me sigh with poetic contentment

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