Sunday Whirl #67

Dinner for Four

The crest of the mountains

Dig deep into the canapy of clouds

Like lace

Layered over a clear blue sky

Fly through the air


Channeling death…or near death

There is no attack

No scores to be settled

Each falling from the air

Taking part in the feast

It is orderly as if by tradition

No frenzy

Some would say…

They are wayward

They pass the ball on the court

Dressed to the “nines”

A robust game

All is sublime

Their life though strange

A rough purification

Note: The beginning is the scene I saw on my way to town, and four turkey vultures circling the tennis court, and I wondered…who or what are they circling?  And then I thought about how noble they are, just doing their job.

22 thoughts on “July 29, 2012 Sunday Whirl #67

  1. I loved reading your process notes. It was fascinating to discover what inspired yourto write this lovely poem. Your opening line is really spectacular: “The crest of the mountains Dig deep into the canopy of clouds Like lace Layered over a clear blue sky.” Gorgeous!

  2. Ooh this sends shivers..something about the silenced and practised kill..makes it more emotionless..and deathly..i like those lace clouds..somehow soft and wise in this mountainous scene..jae

  3. There is beauty in all things natural. I quite agree that it is fascinating where the same list of words takes each of us to different places. Thanks for your visit.

  4. A great concept to use those tricky words. You obviously don;t agree, but I prefer not to highlight the prompt words, so that they don’t rule the poem, and come as happy discoveries. What motivates your system?

    1. In the book The Language of the Goddess, by Marija Gimbutas, there is infomation about the vultures shrine, Catal Huyuk. Vultures were held sacred. She said the principal images that can be detected in prehistory and which still play a part in folk beliefs are the vulture, owl, cuckoo/hawk, dove, boar, the White Lady and her hound, and the dry bone.

      She says, the bird depicted in the vulture shrine, is identified as the griffon, or Old World vulture. Completely black, it is a very impressive bird, especially in flight with its nine-foot wingspan; however, it is entirely nonaggressive and feeds exclusively on carrion. It is this trait which is responsible for the griffon-vulture’s special assoication with death. (Marija Gimbutas, Goddess)

  5. “Orderly as if by tradition…” Yes. And yet you found the beauty: “dig deep into the canopy of clouds/ like lace.” I won’t see vultures in quite the same way. They are necessary to the function of the planet. Thank you.

    1. I saw a film once, about vultures in South America, first they would put out rotten chicken and the voultures wouldn’t come, then a fresh one, and they came at once. Another thing, which I don’t think is true in our country, but the vultures come, but they wait for the King Vulture to come to open the carcass (his beak is just right for this task) and he has first choice, then the others eat…how orderly indeed.

  6. I enjoyed your process notes and your view of vultures, as beautiful creatures doing their job, holding an important place in the dance of life and death. I liked the orderliness in your poem, in words and images.

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