Palms Up

Palms Up

A Poem by Tracie Skarbo

 

I am clearing the sticky gears

Within my mind

Of the stray words

Floating upon the breezes

 

 I find

That time will clog the cogs teeth

With stranded ideas

And thoughts, almost as though jealous

 

Sometimes a written concept

Still struggles for breath

As it oozes its life force

Upon the circular shiny metal; forgotten

 

I consider these; apologizing for my forgetfulness

As I coo to them and whittle,

Prying their little text bodies

From the biting tines

 

If they lack luster

After I have restored their health,

I give them love for sustenance

And whisper to them my reassurance

 

Then with palms up

A warm smile on my face

I cast them into flight

Upon the fingers of the wind once again

© 2010 Tracie Skarbo


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I think you tapped into the stream, Tigra.
I have no idea how to properly credit your
poem with all the superlatives it should have
to properly honor you and your talent, but
at least I know how to properly honor the
run-on sentence, I just haul off and let it flow.
ahhh, a deep breath !
First it seems to me that most of us are overly
concerned what others will think of our written
effort, so we stop to think it over before we write
it and of course having stopped to think it is not
easy to start again.
Getting back to your poem,"Palms Up". Did I ever
get to it ? No ? OK, now I have to tackle this
inscrutable substance, a deep and meaningful poem.
Wow ! This is really deep. You are clearing the sticky
gears in your mind of the stray words floating on the
breezes.
I think you are trying to put form to your thinking.
To take the stray words that clutter your mind and
arrange them so they are philosophically sound,
pleasant to the ear, attractive in appearance and
so that they will flow in continuity, without interrupton
and faltering.
That somewhat loosely covers the first stanza.

This poem much like all the creations of this writer is
exquisite in style, flowng smoothly, to an open gesture
at the end. She builds a structure that is beautiful,
harmonious and sound.

I love it and I think it is creative and sound.

Thank you !

----- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I definitely need to do some tinkering with the little gears within my own mind, thanks for sharing this lovely write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful expression of the life of thoughts and feelings, merging and mingling together. You let us feel and see this most hidden, sacred process of writing and sharing... Such a wonderful poem filled with vivid light!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah the writing machine within our lovely heads..
Great piece her, great descriptions and yes, lets keep those cogs loose and free..
:-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

clearing the sticky gears and cleaning the clogged cogs and lustering the tines so the life force can spin the shiny wheels of thought is what it's all about, baby...and, I especially like the "cooing" part...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonbderful description here! I find this to be a wonderful description of the writing process and the thought process before and after. Love it!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think you tapped into the stream, Tigra.
I have no idea how to properly credit your
poem with all the superlatives it should have
to properly honor you and your talent, but
at least I know how to properly honor the
run-on sentence, I just haul off and let it flow.
ahhh, a deep breath !
First it seems to me that most of us are overly
concerned what others will think of our written
effort, so we stop to think it over before we write
it and of course having stopped to think it is not
easy to start again.
Getting back to your poem,"Palms Up". Did I ever
get to it ? No ? OK, now I have to tackle this
inscrutable substance, a deep and meaningful poem.
Wow ! This is really deep. You are clearing the sticky
gears in your mind of the stray words floating on the
breezes.
I think you are trying to put form to your thinking.
To take the stray words that clutter your mind and
arrange them so they are philosophically sound,
pleasant to the ear, attractive in appearance and
so that they will flow in continuity, without interrupton
and faltering.
That somewhat loosely covers the first stanza.

This poem much like all the creations of this writer is
exquisite in style, flowng smoothly, to an open gesture
at the end. She builds a structure that is beautiful,
harmonious and sound.

I love it and I think it is creative and sound.

Thank you !

----- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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