RESPOND
Dried stalks, how they talk and talk
And the wind dances, thinking its their song
Then my feet, trample on fallen ones
In conversation, in response
RESPOND © gillena cox 2016
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Maria Wulf's Visual Poems II
Margaret challenges us with a set of short video clips :listen to the sounds of what you don't see, live in the moment, feel the emotions (or memories). Write in any poetic form you choose. I chose the clip ;Cut corn stalks in the wind'
Oh I love the wind here... how unfortunate it's not their song...
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But certainly it takes the wind for them to sing. And your footsteps, the chorus? Lovely
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This is excellent, Gillena. I love your choice of words, from title to all that convey the sense of conversation.
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Just beautiful!!!
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i love how your words just roll and flow, much in the same way as the wind you speak of. i imagined a fall evening, wind blowing, tress and plants swaying calmly.
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We chose the same image! I like how you picked up on the sounds and centered your piece on them. Very nice!
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Yes, Gillena, they fall. Very nice rendition of the end of growth and then harvest. But that isn't the end. Pheasants and other gleaners will come to have a hay day. Pun indented.
ReplyDelete((Smiles)) you are quite right Jim it's a circular not a linear movement
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I love that dancing wind!
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