Worry it
started out
a feeling
then grew
into a hope
spun
like the needle
of a compass
setting
not north not south
direction less
the point
than finding
one's own way
amid the churning.
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A feeling grew
into a hope.
It started out
a worry whorled
the way a conch
flips and turns
until out
goes inside
and deep
hard-shelled
feeling become invisible.
Out of warm waters
ocean's pink-lipped horn
trumpeted the sound
of tears evaporating
in motions chiming
to the heart's recovery.
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas
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I wrote these poems for Carry on Tuesday, which each week provides a prompt that participants are to use wholly or partly in an original poem or prose piece.
The prompt for Tuesday, September 28, consists of the first two lines of Regina Spektor's song "The Call": It started out as a feeling / which then grew into a hope. (Go here for the lyrics to the song and a playlist.)
To read other Carry on Tuesday contributors' poems or prose for Prompt #72, go here.
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I also offer these poems for One Stop Poetry's weekly "One Shot Poetry" event. Be sure to visit the site late Tuesday afternoon and every Wednesday for links to the many contributors' poems.
38 comments:
the whole piece is a work of art, build and blending until it is fully seen and realized ....lovely....bkm
Ooh, I love this Maureen. You are truly an artist with words.
Maureen i love the message in your beautiful poem...hope it does remain, it does grow, and we need it! :-)
Now I'm burning to know more about this little scene described here. What is the call? How does it go from worry to hope?
I could use a bit of that right now.
without hope, our heart would know no recovery it seems ... without hope, life is pretty meaningless ... perhaps that's why your last line is so powerful to me
Beautiful! I loved the twists and turns it took, like finding one's way does tend to.
i have one of these shells
i put it to my lips every new year's eve
A very interesting poem. Bravo.
Maureen, this is simply lovely. I am so pleased that you wrote it for Carry On. It makes all my work worthwhile! Thank you.
a feeling then grew to hope...
that is an awesome line...
sorry that I don't know how to sound literary-like...but I really enjoy your writings Maureen.
I like the sparcity of the language.
Liked the connection from worry to sea shell!
The second is my favorite!
So much said in so few words. Simple, but not simple-minded, like another poem I just read. Stunning piece, with thematically tight inherently-progressive images and theme.
no matter the direction the needle points true...may you waves roll easy...carry on...carry on...nice one shot!
A finely crafted take on the prompt. I keep rereading, enjoying the new things I see each time.
Beautiful piece. I love the message!
Have a great wednesday...Cheers!
Beautiful poem... you mix sensations through interesting imagery emerging with a feeling of hope. Quite amazing.
That conch does a great job of trumpeting hope for all to hear
Lovely transition from worry to recovery
Moon smiles
Thanks for sharing with One Shot
Your work, while subtle and beautifully crafted, has great power and evokes such a profound emotional response. Especially liked these "Out of warm waters
ocean's pink-lipped horn/ trumpeted the sound of tears evaporating/ in motions chiming to the heart's recovery.
The uplifting message is perfect for my last visit of the night...sweet dreams!
This birthed conch into my vocabulary. Beautiful image of shell-less worry to armored hope.
A process that we go through quite a bit in this life of faith. beautiful...artful
Nicely crafted poem and i love the idea of the feeling growing into hope. Lovely message and ends with with a good feeling Maureen. Nice oneshot~
a worry whorled...this remains in my ear.
whir/worry/world/whirled/whorled--so resonant.
Beautiful poem. I loved the fact that a simple feeling good or bad slowly transformed into a feeling of hope. That any feeling can be transformed into hope is a great thought. Great One Shot!
This leaves us wanting more!
the middles makes it
Maureen, have you been peeking inside my head? I loved the transformation...it is just like that. Beautiful poem.
This popped into my head:
"I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell." - They Might Be Giants
Nice One Shot, Maureen!
i like the rhythm and the flow...like the needle..setting not north not south...great image to illustrate directionlessness (oh does such a word exist...?)...
the short lines keep the flow and the interest very well.. nice one shot! :)
My One Shot!
and i agree with all! i feel you went into my head maureen,beautiful!
I love the flow and how you played with the words.
Great One Shot!
loveNlight
You are a word artist, that is evident here in your beautiful poem.
I especially liked "worry whorled" and the entire segment about the conch. (I see Hannah/The Storialist, a blog poet friend, recognized the same word combination, it stands out beautifully.)
Lovely poem.
These lines --
tears evaporating
in motions chiming
to the heart's recovery
-- give me a sense of hopefulness.
Lovely journey into hope... I always thought hope only gives a falls sense of expectations but then your words gave me hope ... I enjoyed it.
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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a lovely call to hope. Thanks for reading and commenting on And binding with briars our joys and desires. Hope your week goes well.
anither great poem to share with one shot...you really do come up with some great work everytime..cheers pete
The flow of this is quite lovely. Remarkable even ;) Love and Light, Sender
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