Pieces

[Joanna]

Pieces
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There are no clocks on my crisp, white walls. Time is irrelevant, the hours are simply not noted, only wondered about, but only for passing moments.
I can sit in my chair, sit at my kitchen table, sit on the beach, sit and play my piano, without marking the time in anything but a gentle waltz.
The waltz is for my mother and the beach is my mother's beach, and I hear her calling my name as I gather searoses in my white nightgown before the dusk and dawn.
White nightgowns for a moment of standing still, of looking at the Creator's creating, and of not having to look ahead or look back and account for any of it.

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Dry Bones


I can write it all out and down.
Throw down,
throw out, spit out, send out, put out.
I can put down,
throw down,
turn out,
turn over,
some color words,
dry bones,
dry bones, ashes to earth
even in the deadness of a winter garden,
there is life.
Because there is hope,
hope for us all.

[Ang Monsoon]

Some amazing writing you've posted here...keep on, whatever you do!

[Joanna]

Thank you so much.

[Dan Goodwin]

I love this part Joanna:

even in the deadness of a winter garden,
there is life.
Because there is hope, hope for us all.

because it's a sudden eloquent flow of words in contrast to the short sharp lines before. And it's just beautiful poetry...

[Joanna]

Thanks, Dan. I appreciate your comment-and I'm tickled you like it.

[Joanna]

I just realized an error in my cut and paste on this piece. I thought it didn't look right, in replying to Dan's comment. Oops.It should read as follows:

Dry Bones


I can write it all out and down.
Throw down, throw out, spit out, send out, put out.
I can put down,
throw down,
turn out,
turn over,
some color words,
dry bones,
dry bones, ashes to earth
even in the deadness of a winter garden,
there is life.
Because there is hope,
hope for us all.

[Dan Goodwin]

Oh now that's even better, the flow makes more sense and it reaches a natural, hopeful conclusion.

You can still edit it above where you originally posted it. Just to the right of the original text, click on "Edit Discussion", change it, then save it.

Dan

[jane]

i love both pieces. The first one throws up very visual images and is so gentle and accepting. i really loved it.

the second one is more edgy but similarly with strong visual images - and to end with hope, hope for us all.. makes me feel quite emotional.

thanks for posting - give us more! x

[Glen]

How long does the hope last, and when does believing become easier then just hoping, also at what point do we no longer just run and hide, because of the small considerate things in which we refuse abide?