Wednesday, June 8, 2011

a sudden flurry

the sun
still new to the day
rose soft
and orange
over the river

a breeze passed
in a sudden flurry of movement
like the soft panic of a small bird's wings
catching at my shirt sleeve
causing it to pull
ever so gently

in the eddies and whorls of her passing by
a whispering voice
soft as the falling of petals


19 comments:

Terresa said...

Steven, how do you write like this?

Every thing in this poem flows and falls, like the soft panic of bird's wings, soft as the falling of petals.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Ah - falling petals remind me that the next season is Autumn. Beautiful words steven.

Kathleen said...

You must be in love, Steven!!!

Ruth said...

I think the wind is a flirt too, but I call it "he." :-)

Gorgeous, gentle lines.

JJRod'z said...

your gentle mind create gentle thoughts... love it!

ellen abbott said...

a gentle breeze.

aguja said...

Yes, Steven, how do you write these beautifully merged words and sentiments???
I know that petals and breezes are inspirational in themselves, but ....

Dan Gurney said...

I would guess that you experience countless moments like the one you captured in this poem and that one part of your process is deciding which one to share. I am also guessing that you have gaggle of readers wanting you to write about your writing process. I know you have written about it before, especially in the comments, but I am hearing your readers clamor for more, more.

hope said...

Those petals look like confetti after a happy party. :)

Thanks for always pointing out the brighter side of life.

steven said...

terresa, i wish i could answer you but i know the mechanics of how i set up a piece of writing but not much about any other part of it. it has to feel right. that's a hard thing to explain - but you know that i bet. steven

steven said...

weaver - the petals that have been falling of late make me think of the fruit that's coming! steven

steven said...

kathleen - always! steven

steven said...

ruth thankyou. it's interesting how we apply gender to objects and natural forces, and extend qualities that we ascribe to those genders into the experiencing of the features of those objects and natural forces. i have a bike who is like a brother to me. hmmmm. steven

steven said...

jjrod'z, thankyou. i love being able to share in the creation of lovely thoughts. steven

steven said...

ellen - simply. steven

steven said...

aguja - i'm not entirely sure how it happens but it does so i'm glad and i feel very fortunate. steven

steven said...

dan - i can write about how i get to the writing. maybe if i do that i can articulate what happens during the writing. i can feel it when i am writing but i've not really thought about the words that describe it. i'll see what i can do dan and thankyou so much for your supportive comment. it carries a lot of presence for me. steven

steven said...

hope - even in the darkest passage there are shadows or shades which suggests light. it's there. steven

Tess Kincaid said...

Love-love-love "eddies and whorls".