"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Saturday, June 19, 2010

atmospheric writer's island #8 change

You sit there wrapped up in furs

While I look at the sun

And wait for the showers

That cool the air

Change makes this happen

It spins round this world

Without end

And we say when will it end

As I sit here on the shore

Where air stings my eyes into yours

The heart knows no other way
Posted by flaubert at 10:45 AM

12 comments:

  1. ElizabethJune 19, 2010 at 11:04 AM

    Like this and its suggestiveness and imagery.

    Elizabeth

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  2. brenda wJune 19, 2010 at 11:48 AM

    Beautiful Pamela. There is room for interpretation in this piece. I can read it, feel it, and make it my own. Well done.

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  3. WeaselJune 19, 2010 at 12:54 PM

    Beautifully written! I enjoyed it much! And who knows, maybe the symbol will mean something in the future (one can always hope).

    -Weasel

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  4. vivienne blakeJune 19, 2010 at 2:28 PM

    "Where air stings my eyes into yours" what a lovely phrase.

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  5. MaryJune 19, 2010 at 4:54 PM

    Beautiful poem, Pamela. Lots of meanings. I think about the changes in weather from one part of the world to another, the change in one part of the world,and the changes in one person's heart! (Can't imagine sitting in furs here at the moment. LOL)

    http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-change.html

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  6. keiths ramblingsJune 19, 2010 at 6:06 PM

    Just lovely. Lots to think about here.

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  7. Stan SkiJune 19, 2010 at 7:13 PM

    Great contrasts in this thought provoking post.

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  8. Diane TJune 19, 2010 at 8:12 PM

    I do think change spins around this world and will never end. Change IS. I enjoyed your poem.

    http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-i-could.html

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  9. anthonynorthJune 20, 2010 at 3:50 AM

    Great thoughts and imagery in this.

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  10. Dina SpiceJune 20, 2010 at 9:17 AM

    I love how unspecific this is. Who is contemplating what exactly? I'm not sure, but I can think of a few different routes this can go, and they are all worth pondering.

    - Dina

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  11. flaubertJune 21, 2010 at 11:15 AM

    Thanks everyone for the nice comments
    Pamela

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  12. UmaJune 23, 2010 at 2:58 AM

    I love this poem Pamela, the atmosphere that you create with images is superb.

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