Sunday Whirl
I open the book
The perfect grey feather
Found waiting
Morning quiet
Light penetrates my permeable
The only sound
The echo of the beat of my heart
Before me the field is open
The earth still frozen
My bare feet feel the cold
I am startled by the serenity
After the anguish
Shock of loss
A new day is born
The air fresh
A tiny flame burns in the hearth
poetry, publishing, and mentoring
Standing Tall with Big Heart: Somatically, Mindfully, Creatively, Unceasingly
Poetry and Other Music
Waiting on Words
Art from the Collection of Deborah Barlow
South meets East: Poetry and Musings - words of the seasons
A view of things outside the studio
poetic ponderings...parenting...procrastination...
Poets Pub
ASTROLOGY
Poetry and More
Some days are cloudier than others. . .
"We're all out there, somewhere, waiting to happen."
art. biology. creativity. science. design. nature.
Newsletter from NY Arts Magazine
Taos Artist Organization
a place for poetry
a community of people reading & writing poems, moving words
annellannell 
Beautiful word picture. Love the last three lines. As long as a tiny flame burns, there IS life and hope.
Yes, Mary. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
This is so beautiful, Annell………the photo is so lovely, so peaceful……you made me feel the peace you were seeing and experiencing where you are. After tears and grief, even during tears and grief, there is still All That Is, all around. I LOVE your last line. SO MUCH!
A comforting resolution of the wordle.
I agree with Sherry. I felt such peace, then a little shake up and then the comfort and hope of the finish. Well done.
margo
Thanks Margo. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
You have captured a beautiful moment in time with your words! This is so lovely, Annell!
Beautiful verse, Annell.
Pamela
nice! I love the soft flow of your stream of thought. alluring and hypnotic. Sweet!
my latest
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2012/01/30/death-to-a-salesman/
This is so beautiful and comforting, full of hope!
Annell, you are the second poet I’ve read who has juxtaposed “startled” and “serenity”; wish I had thought of that. I like the image at the end, of the flame in the hearth.
Richard