Sunday, July 31, 2011

Stillness



It was easy to smirk at dirty nails
and look down my nose at dusty feet,
until the wind laid down and died.

Now, I'm just as filthy and thirsty as the rest.

We all huddle in the unnatural stillness,
day after blistering day,
staring silently at the circle
of stationary steel
as if it is a god that has been displeased.
The reverend calls for prayer,
but there are none who speak
the tongue of the wind.

Nothing moves,
but the glint of the sun on silver blades.
Nothing stirs,
but the exhalations of brutal disappointment.
Nothing much is left of us
since the wind laid down and died.

38 comments:

Kay L. Davies said...

Ominous, to think of the wind lying down to die. Here, we take wind for granted, and complain when it blows branches off our trees. Foolish of us.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Sylvia K said...

You do indeed create a vivid picture! And you are so very creative! So glad we bumped into each other in this lovely blog world!

Sylvia

haikulovesongs said...

i like that you told this from the perspective of someone who was "better" than everyone else until

"the wind laid down and died."

LOVE that line in particular! ♥
dani

haikulovesongs said...

i like that you told this from the perspective of someone who was "better" than everyone else until

"the wind laid down and died."

LOVE that line in particular! ♥
dani

WINDOWLAD said...

…”but there are none who speak the tongue of the wind” – i love that exquisite line of yours.. and a lot more to save in here.. adorable!

~Kelvin

Muhammad Israr said...

ahan...nicely written..keep it up :)

macdougalstreetbaby said...

Nature controls so much. I can't help but think of a sailboat, stuck in the middle of still waters with nothing to do but hide from the sun.

Beautiful writing, Mama!

Nanka said...

Love the merry dance of the wind and the idea of it dying is :( Interesting poem and well done!!

G said...

Freaky.

Just saw this exact same image used on another blog comparing it to a rusted sunflower.

Fireblossom said...

Stark. You paint your stories so vividly.

Buttons said...

Oh I really like this one. The photo is great. I can tell you need rain and cool air. Fantastic poem. B

Jeanne said...

I like the way this works on a literal level...but can be applied in other ways too! It speaks of insights that only come once we've lost something we took for granted.

Ruth said...

Wonderful writing. It's nice to make your poetic acquaintance, after seeing you around at a couple of blogs.

UmaAnandane said...

Natural!..Had a great read

Christine said...

Leaves me thinking and feeling a little ashamed of the thoughts I sometimes have, we are all but a thread away from those dirty nails.

Brian Miller said...

a great humbling to lose so much...even the wind...love the religeous ref as well...and what can be contrived of it...

ab said...

Nature -- the great equalizer. Great poem!

Helen said...

You captured the essence of the image perfectly .....

Laurie Kolp said...

A sobering look into what could be someday... written beautifully.

Evelyn said...

I so look forward to your poetry everyday...

jen revved said...

Very believable take on this prompt-- you give us a profound moment of desert/country life-- no wind, no water, no power. xxxj

signed...bkm said...

Sounds like Grapes of Wrath even the wind died. Nice work mama...bkm

happygirl said...

staring silently at the circle of stationary steel.

Love it. I was feeling this watching congress debate the Boehner bill.

cosmos cami said...

Excellent weaving of a tale into a poem.
This evokes a lot of strong emotions.

R. Burnett Baker said...

A beautiful picture of perspective and forgotten gratitude...

Rick

Martin H. said...

Little so ominous as a dying wind.

Doctor FTSE said...

Good work springing from a neat idea. I enjoyed this.

Sue J said...

Funny how you don't appreciate something until it disappears. Great words.

Bee's Blog said...

You captured the stillness, the heat and the longing perfectly. Very impressive. Well done!

brenda w said...

Desolation...not only that but friggin hot desolation.

gsb3 said...

Very well written. A believable story, yet with supernatural implications. Enjoyed it thoroughly. Great job!

waysidewordgarden said...

What is to become of us if the wind dies... nicely written.

Carrie Burtt said...

This is a wonderful capturing of the prompt....amazing writing!

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh god, by August, I can so relate to this. Excellent write, z.

Margaret said...

"As if it is a god that has been displeased"...

& "Since the wind laid down and died".

So powerful. I read a book "The Worst Hard Time" I think it was called. This evokes that description of the dust bowl in the '30's ... I loved this write of yours.

Thanks for you comments on my blog ... I have a lot of new horse photos on my Just Horses blog that your daughter might like:) I am a bit swamped until the end of August... can't wait to get back to trying to write poetry... I miss it. :)

izzy said...

I like this ! and praying for wind in any language works-Thanks!

Judith Lynn Kalinin said...

Very moving poem, puts me right there...

Anonymous said...

"and look down my nose at dusty feet,
until the wind laid down and died"

Incredible.

~Shawna