Greeting from NZ Jamie 🙏. Something about the wind … it drives me a bit batty when it is relentless. I could hear the crack of the flag’s struggling in your blustery poem. About to head out into a light breeze here in Christchurch 😊
Enjoy the spring in the south Simone! The flag, and the wind. Both dancing with each other. We can’t see the wind yet the flag tells us it’s there. The wind brings the flag to life and the flag tells us which way the wind is going. Safe travels as the wind carries you home. Thanks so much for reading and for your support in all the spaces around the words 🙏❤️
Reading the poem made me feel cold ... good thing I did the annual ritual of cleaning out the kitchen cooker-wood-burner this morning and lit it the first time for winter this afternoon. Then I read the poem again from a place of warmth. From "moan of moon", to "gripping gusts", to "frenzied fantasia" I love the tripping of the tested tongue in this poem. Cheers, Josh.
Yep; a very windy day beginning yesterday here in Toronto, and the winds continue today, unabated.
While I complain about the neat piles of leaves I raked now returned to the natural ordered untidiness, I witnessed squirrels and sparrows going about their business, mainly searching for fuel to keep their bodies warm.
I forgot what it was that upset me and gave these beautiful souls more seeds and nuts. Truly, it is the least that I could do. My only wish is that my neighbours here on this street would also do the same.
In simple terms, Nature's Storms are not always a warning; at times, they are clarion calls for us homo sapiens to reach out to other species with whom we share Home Earth.
We are all in it together! Thanks for reading and reaching out Perry! Some storms teachers powerful lessons, and some storms wash us clean. Keep feeding the squirrels and birds as they feed us too. Blessings 🙏❤️
Happy new moon to you too, Jamie! The Cailleach is here, and so is your poem about transformation, connection to the earth, and the profound beauty found in both tumult and tranquility, if my interpretation resonates with yours. The layers of this poem are very, very rich. Thank you for this delight and the light you bring with every post.❤️
Thanks Katerina! The Cailleach is definitely here! Transformation in the stillness after a storm. Some storms bring us lessons. Others wash us clean. In a wave spirit finds us to sing into the dancing density of Being. In that resonance layers of metaphorical poetry try to say what language never can. Thanks for reading and for your support here on this cuoreodyssey. 🙏❤️
Thanks Muriel! In a Halloween hangover this one came through me in one piece this morning. Typically I labour over poems, for days, months, and even years. Something just joins the words as they are ready. This one was a little playful fun! Thanks for reaching out and blessings for an all Saints day. 🙏❤️
This is a powerful poem Jamie. The cacophony of the images, the alliteration of harsh sounds - I was there in the storm. Quite relieved to slip into the "simmering stillness" at the end. 😊
Nature is such a metaphor for life eh. Thank you for sharing. So good to read one of your poems here on Sunday morning NZ time. 🙏
Thanks Jo! Bless you a beautiful Sunday morning in spring. Hope those Hokas helped carry you to a beautiful view that had no words. Thanks for being here in the simmering stillness. 🙏❤️
Disney & Desire = what a pair! I can't quite tune into November storms at the moment but LOVE how you did so and embrace the 'howling guttural gestalt'.
In Portugal, the first half of November is known as 'verão de São Martinho' (Saint Martin's summer = echoing 'Indian Summer' known in England, albeit a couple of months later) It's when after the first signs of autumn, the weather can suddenly turn more summery again. For a brief spell.
Here's an impression of the mode yesterday on this side of the big pond:
Following an intense few weeks, we went for a spontaneous day out to the Atlantic coast, met some trendy witches in the city, spent a lovely couple of afternoon-hours among rolling waves, endless beaches, clouds chasing sunshine, were sent off just before sunset with a magnificent 🌈 double rainbow 🌈 and finished, on the way home, in one of our favourite Tapas bars in Coimbra.
Oh yes ~ bursts into colour & magic of spirit ~ singing of hope, beauty, and painting a bridge to the invisible worlds... 🌈🌈
Thanks Veronika- Sounds beautiful! How could we ever describe a rainbow in mere words? Your experiences just did. It sounds like things are a little lighter these days for you both. Blessing you a Saint Martin Summer. Thanks for stopping by for a little poetry here today to dance with some metaphor as it reaches out for something that words just can’t say. Happy November. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
Mmmm....you had me at the title. I very honestly spent some time thinking about what that could mean before I even opened it to read.
How I perceived it, though, is when the world is colored too bright and loud and animated and overstimulating and swirly...oh! Like Oz versus Kansas. A storm comes and everything gets even more swirly. And then? The storm breaks and it is just darkness and quiet and peace and drifting off to a long slumber. That's what we've all been desiring...a long slumber! A new season, a new moon, a new beginning. After all the storm, it makes the sleep that much more sweet.
Love the repeating first sounds in each line. Somehow that does remind me of how the cowardly Lion would sound. Love this!! Thank you for sharing! XO
Thanks Danielle! Poetry is what poetry does. Everybody will take something different in the metaphor. Poetry will always meet us where we are. What met me was the sorceress’ apprentice and the transformation of a new moon colliding in the waves of a storm that wakes the wild and then ultimately sings us to sleep. Thank you so much for reading and reaching out. 🙏❤️
Thanks Shelly! It’s probably never a great idea to watch Fantasia on Halloween night and wake up to the wind of words. Throw in a coffee or three and away we go! Thanks for reading and being here. 🙏❤️
Late to the party but am glad to have read all the comments. I guess we all heard that crack of the flag. Suddenly since last Saturday the spinning Atlantic this side has served up windless mist in deep grey; I flannel with words😊. All Saints are with us still!
There’s a really lovely lyrical tone to this poem Jamie. It ‘rolls’ out it’s telling in the same way each element of nature speaks the story of seasonal change. ❤️
Greeting from NZ Jamie 🙏. Something about the wind … it drives me a bit batty when it is relentless. I could hear the crack of the flag’s struggling in your blustery poem. About to head out into a light breeze here in Christchurch 😊
Enjoy the spring in the south Simone! The flag, and the wind. Both dancing with each other. We can’t see the wind yet the flag tells us it’s there. The wind brings the flag to life and the flag tells us which way the wind is going. Safe travels as the wind carries you home. Thanks so much for reading and for your support in all the spaces around the words 🙏❤️
You’re so very welcome Jamie, thank you for sharing your writing ✍🏻 😊🖤 … l am in ‘All Black’ Kiwi country, hence the black hearts 🤣🖤
Ka mate, ka mate, ka ora, ka ora 🖤
Go the All Blacks 🖤🤍
Reading the poem made me feel cold ... good thing I did the annual ritual of cleaning out the kitchen cooker-wood-burner this morning and lit it the first time for winter this afternoon. Then I read the poem again from a place of warmth. From "moan of moon", to "gripping gusts", to "frenzied fantasia" I love the tripping of the tested tongue in this poem. Cheers, Josh.
Thanks Josh! Cosy up! Bless you a wonderful November, and many trips of tongue through the poetry of your being. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
Yep; a very windy day beginning yesterday here in Toronto, and the winds continue today, unabated.
While I complain about the neat piles of leaves I raked now returned to the natural ordered untidiness, I witnessed squirrels and sparrows going about their business, mainly searching for fuel to keep their bodies warm.
I forgot what it was that upset me and gave these beautiful souls more seeds and nuts. Truly, it is the least that I could do. My only wish is that my neighbours here on this street would also do the same.
In simple terms, Nature's Storms are not always a warning; at times, they are clarion calls for us homo sapiens to reach out to other species with whom we share Home Earth.
We are all in it together! Thanks for reading and reaching out Perry! Some storms teachers powerful lessons, and some storms wash us clean. Keep feeding the squirrels and birds as they feed us too. Blessings 🙏❤️
Love this. 😊
Happy new moon to you too, Jamie! The Cailleach is here, and so is your poem about transformation, connection to the earth, and the profound beauty found in both tumult and tranquility, if my interpretation resonates with yours. The layers of this poem are very, very rich. Thank you for this delight and the light you bring with every post.❤️
Thanks Katerina! The Cailleach is definitely here! Transformation in the stillness after a storm. Some storms bring us lessons. Others wash us clean. In a wave spirit finds us to sing into the dancing density of Being. In that resonance layers of metaphorical poetry try to say what language never can. Thanks for reading and for your support here on this cuoreodyssey. 🙏❤️
"Some days undigested disney and desire meet in the caffeinated new moon of a thunderstorm. November has come a calling." Love this!
Thanks Muriel! In a Halloween hangover this one came through me in one piece this morning. Typically I labour over poems, for days, months, and even years. Something just joins the words as they are ready. This one was a little playful fun! Thanks for reaching out and blessings for an all Saints day. 🙏❤️
This is a powerful poem Jamie. The cacophony of the images, the alliteration of harsh sounds - I was there in the storm. Quite relieved to slip into the "simmering stillness" at the end. 😊
Nature is such a metaphor for life eh. Thank you for sharing. So good to read one of your poems here on Sunday morning NZ time. 🙏
Thanks Jo! Bless you a beautiful Sunday morning in spring. Hope those Hokas helped carry you to a beautiful view that had no words. Thanks for being here in the simmering stillness. 🙏❤️
Happy All Hallows to you, Jamie!
Disney & Desire = what a pair! I can't quite tune into November storms at the moment but LOVE how you did so and embrace the 'howling guttural gestalt'.
In Portugal, the first half of November is known as 'verão de São Martinho' (Saint Martin's summer = echoing 'Indian Summer' known in England, albeit a couple of months later) It's when after the first signs of autumn, the weather can suddenly turn more summery again. For a brief spell.
Here's an impression of the mode yesterday on this side of the big pond:
Following an intense few weeks, we went for a spontaneous day out to the Atlantic coast, met some trendy witches in the city, spent a lovely couple of afternoon-hours among rolling waves, endless beaches, clouds chasing sunshine, were sent off just before sunset with a magnificent 🌈 double rainbow 🌈 and finished, on the way home, in one of our favourite Tapas bars in Coimbra.
Oh yes ~ bursts into colour & magic of spirit ~ singing of hope, beauty, and painting a bridge to the invisible worlds... 🌈🌈
Thanks Veronika- Sounds beautiful! How could we ever describe a rainbow in mere words? Your experiences just did. It sounds like things are a little lighter these days for you both. Blessing you a Saint Martin Summer. Thanks for stopping by for a little poetry here today to dance with some metaphor as it reaches out for something that words just can’t say. Happy November. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
Mmmm....you had me at the title. I very honestly spent some time thinking about what that could mean before I even opened it to read.
How I perceived it, though, is when the world is colored too bright and loud and animated and overstimulating and swirly...oh! Like Oz versus Kansas. A storm comes and everything gets even more swirly. And then? The storm breaks and it is just darkness and quiet and peace and drifting off to a long slumber. That's what we've all been desiring...a long slumber! A new season, a new moon, a new beginning. After all the storm, it makes the sleep that much more sweet.
Love the repeating first sounds in each line. Somehow that does remind me of how the cowardly Lion would sound. Love this!! Thank you for sharing! XO
Thanks Danielle! Poetry is what poetry does. Everybody will take something different in the metaphor. Poetry will always meet us where we are. What met me was the sorceress’ apprentice and the transformation of a new moon colliding in the waves of a storm that wakes the wild and then ultimately sings us to sleep. Thank you so much for reading and reaching out. 🙏❤️
Those clouds are so amazing, and I love the alliteration! So great! :)
"Ceaselessly snapping back to meet the gripping gusts
fully saluting the furious force that comes hard on the flanneling sky"
Thanks Shelly! It’s probably never a great idea to watch Fantasia on Halloween night and wake up to the wind of words. Throw in a coffee or three and away we go! Thanks for reading and being here. 🙏❤️
I've this dreamy wordplay! It's such fun to witness you playing with sounds, metaphors and words. 💕 Happy November!
Thanks so much Sadhbh! Metaphor and wisdom is a path to understanding. Your channelling sounds beyond realms good! 🙏❤️
Big music Jamie!👍
Late to the party but am glad to have read all the comments. I guess we all heard that crack of the flag. Suddenly since last Saturday the spinning Atlantic this side has served up windless mist in deep grey; I flannel with words😊. All Saints are with us still!
Thanks Phillip! We might just be the Saints! Blessings 🙏❤️
Keep the music coming!
There’s a really lovely lyrical tone to this poem Jamie. It ‘rolls’ out it’s telling in the same way each element of nature speaks the story of seasonal change. ❤️
Thanks Alice-Ann! 🙏❤️
Cool photo
Thanks Geraldine! Bless you
Have a peaceful All Saint’s Day!
Thanks so much for reading and for reaching out Geraldine 🙏❤️
I love the way this makes me feel!
Thanks Terra! 🙏❤️
Happy Samhain
Thanks Charlie! You too 🙏❤️