Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Waiting for the Messiah

when the ghost
of yesterday's heat 
abandoned us, 
whittled away hot days
and left us with unblinking winter

when snow squalls
carried with wild precision
under a blunted sun
concealed sorrow
in a colorless landscape
immune to carmine

I remembered the intense
pleasure of immeasurable
white space

I blanket myself 
in luminescence
and wait


Linda Watskin ©2010

8 comments:

  1. Linda, you wrote a luminous piece. Like how you contrast "colorless landscape" with "intense pleasure". This is the only space that matters in the end. Everybody needs to get there I guess.

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  2. Linda I love the opening stanza!
    Lovely poem!
    Pamela

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  3. I like all of this one. Love the word play and contrasting images. And like the sense of waiting you build throughout. And the last stanza in superb.

    Elizabeth

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  4. Such a beautiful poem, Linda. I love the last stanza. How wonderful to wait blanketted in luminescence.

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  5. This is so visual it was only after a third time through that I notices there isn't a single specific image. How'd you do that?

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  6. A beautifully written poem. So peaceful, it just seems to flow......

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  7. oh, this is wonderful writing - I love how your words surprise, especially in a second, third reading - like

    when the ghost
    of yesterday's heat
    abandoned us,


    "ghost" making "yesterday's heat" a vastly more distant memory

    the final stanza leaves me breathless with its beauty and, well, feeling of serenity

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