Sunday, 6 November 2011

dead still


dappled sunlight reignites air
delirium leaves seem to pleat
in the strident fall
in the tombstones
one can hear swish of impending storm

which shell emits piercing sound,
is that an omen?
why don't I see birds in the splendor of a cemetery?
shouldn't they be soothed as I am calmed by the dead still?

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40 comments:

  1. Kathy Bischoping6 November 2011 at 08:25

    Wonderfully ominous. Especially the question of where the birds are...

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  2. jaerose6 November 2011 at 08:30

    Wonderfully atmospheric piece..I wonder who Moore is..I love the red hues on the stone..the mystery and warmth in your writing..Jae

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  3. JJ Roa Rodriguez6 November 2011 at 08:36

    nice take!

    JJRod'z

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  4. Mimi Foxmorton6 November 2011 at 08:47

    I can feel that post like wind on my skin........

    Nice.

    :)

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  5. Paula6 November 2011 at 08:59

    A dark one. Very nicely wordled.

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  6. Bee's Blog6 November 2011 at 11:22

    A feeling of foreboding comes over me reading your clever words.

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  7. Tess Kincaid6 November 2011 at 11:25

    Oh, I hear the swish here...

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  8. M. A. S.6 November 2011 at 11:56

    I really like this different take on the way a cemetery can make you feel.

    And I really like lines about the birds.

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  9. christopher6 November 2011 at 11:58

    thank you

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  10. Sandra6 November 2011 at 12:04

    original...:)

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  11. C.M. Jackson6 November 2011 at 13:19

    Very spooky...why don't the birds sing? Great magpie!

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  12. LBTL6 November 2011 at 14:26

    what imagery and metaphors! nicely done as usual.
    thanks for your visit :)

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  13. keiths ramblings6 November 2011 at 14:47

    Maybe the birds know something you don't.

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  14. Tumblewords:6 November 2011 at 15:24

    A rather eerie feel, overall. Enjoyed your well-chosen thoughts and words.

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  15. oldegg6 November 2011 at 21:15

    When I was a horrible little boy I used to collect wild birds eggs in a cemetery. I think they are quiet out of respect, unlike me.

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  16. Susie Clevenger6 November 2011 at 21:39

    You have created an eerie feel with this...delirium leaves...impending storm... dead still...nice work

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  17. ShonEjai6 November 2011 at 21:45

    Very nice!

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  18. Nanka7 November 2011 at 00:57

    Good questions Gautami!! You made it a bit eerie too, gave me goose bumps!!

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  19. Isabel Doyle7 November 2011 at 01:13

    brooding

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  20. izzy7 November 2011 at 05:17

    Love how you link it up with questions! I ended up doing something similar with thoughts.

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  21. Eric 'Bubba' Alder7 November 2011 at 08:05

    Perhaps the birds don't find the same solace in our cemeteries because they are ours and not theirs.

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  22. C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson7 November 2011 at 08:13

    Wonderful and Gothic.

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  23. Harry Nicholson7 November 2011 at 08:43

    Perhaps, if you return in Spring there will be birdsong. In the Autumn there might be just the odd tweet, otherwise the birds conserve their vigour for the Winter - and, of course many are on their way south.
    Even so, the sentiments in your poem are worthy.
    regards
    Harry

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  24. Morning7 November 2011 at 08:58

    haunting,
    well done.

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  25. Mama Zen7 November 2011 at 09:28

    Nice!

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  26. ZQ7 November 2011 at 09:48

    Wonderful!
    ZQ

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  27. Lyn7 November 2011 at 12:15

    A real sense of mystery..I pause, and look behind me...very nice!

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  28. Brian Miller7 November 2011 at 12:29

    nice...i like all the questions as they bring to life what is happening in the pic...i too find solace among the dead...

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  29. She Writes7 November 2011 at 14:29

    Nicely done. I love the second line in the first stanza.

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  30. Adura Ojo7 November 2011 at 17:52

    I like the last two lines and the sense of opposites, yet an analogy in each line.

    Paraphrasing:

    'splendour of a cemetry...
    calmed by the dead still'

    Really clever and creative.

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  31. Chèvrefeuille7 November 2011 at 18:14

    What a "scary" one, but also it gives me the chills. Why don't birds sing on a cementery?
    They should sing for sure at that place to comfort them who have lost their beloved ones.

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  32. The Write Girl7 November 2011 at 18:32

    Calmed by the dead. It is an eerie thought but also very possible. Nice poem!

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  33. HyperCRYPTICal8 November 2011 at 13:08

    Clever write.

    Anna :o]

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  34. Margaret8 November 2011 at 17:28

    Now I want to go and photograph the birds mat a cemetery. This poem certainly has a mellow tone...

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  35. Carrie Burtt9 November 2011 at 16:35

    Thought provoking and a captivating write. :-)

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  36. insanebloom9 November 2011 at 23:29

    You create such an atmosphere!! Great imagery, with an excellent ending.

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  37. Bone10 November 2011 at 04:45

    I've never noticed the absence of birds before. Then again, I've not noticed their presence either. But there always seems to be a breeze when I'm at the cemetery. Feels like the dead are speaking.

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  38. ms pie10 November 2011 at 13:18

    a gathering of sorts indeed...

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  39. Shail Raghuvanshi10 November 2011 at 21:15

    Neatly written. Well portrayed Gautami.

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  40. zongrik13 November 2011 at 17:54

    the birds are where the food is...

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