Wings//

she keeps them wrapped in tube maps,
lantern light & sand grains
from a beach, she never visited,

hums little melodies that hang
freezing cold in trees & downpipes,
& forgot how beautiful they were

In the dead end of a town,
closer to the bridge than one would guess,

the old man watches from afar

“they’re made of words,” she says “that’s it”,

“i found them where things get wide,
and they’re never meaningless,
you know– just like–”

they met one day,
& didn’t talk
& didn’t need to,
just kept walking

“so what you gonna do?”

“maybe glitter them for christmas,
paint ’em moon-gold–”

he, who sees beyond time,
in the rearview mirror, smiles,

watches their silhouettes
———-getting smaller, smaller
while the earth turns slow,

& the light puff of their breath
gets lost in exhaust fumes

.

wishing all of you a wonderful, relaxed and joyful christmas time.. we’ll open the pub for OpenLinkNight for those of you, who feel in need for a poetic getaway. drop in, check out who’s around and you can be never sure if there’s not a sledge parking in front of the pub doors, you know…smiles

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46 responses to “Wings//

  1. This has great feel Claudia and strikes a style chord for sure:
    This passage lit me up like a flaming xmas rum pudding:

    he, who sees beyond time,
    in the rearview mirror, smiles,

    watches their silhouettes
    ———-getting smaller, smaller
    while the earth turns slow,

    & the light puff of their breath
    gets lost in exhaust fumes

    awesome!
    tender and sad . . .

    I am V. glad the pub is opening later:

    all the best to you 🙂

  2. There is something about those last two lines…something familiar that we all have seen that lends such power to them…images from our own memory…raising questions unanswered about what we’ve really seen…happy holidays to you and yours.

      • Wings
        …and thanks, for sharing your beautiful poetic words…As I ponder the question…“so what you gonna do?” and I like what they are going to do with them too…“maybe glitter them for christmas,paint ‘em moon-gold–”
        deedee 🙂

  3. “maybe glitter them for christmas,
    paint ‘em moon-gold–”
    he, who sees beyond time,
    in the rear view mirror, smiles,

    So much can be given during Christmas to make the days heavenly. Merry Christmas and Happy holidays Claudia!

    Hank

  4. didnt talk and didnt need to…that sounds a bit familiar…smiles…this is so magical toward the end as well…the silouettes, the earth turning, the light puff of breathe and exhaust…merry christmas my friend…you are a blessing…smiles.

  5. Hi Claudia – agree with Jane – this has a beautiful ethereal feel, and also a kind of humanity and empathy, caring for those maybe a bit stuck in moonbeams in both good and bad ways. Thanks for all you do, and best of everything to you and yours. k.

  6. … somebody called your poem “otherworlly” … omg, I must be very otherworldly … because every word you wrote is so true and real and right on … thanks for feeding my soul in this past year. Love, always, cat. PS: I liked the end note about that sleds might be allowed 🙂 … know all about slip sliding around … oh, boy, do I ever …

  7. Oh man. The power of words, and the lack of them. Comfortable silence…
    This was fantastic. Took me to a place far far away.
    Magical. Thanks for the read.

  8. Oh my word, Claudia. This is phenomenal. I read your opening stanza about five times; it is hard-hitting and so creatively written. There’s so much philosophy and longing woven throughout the poem.

    I love this line: “i found them where things get wide”

  9. I like to imagine that he who sees beyond time in the rearview mirror is a metaphor for the Creator, watching the participants in the tableaux we call our lives… and that sometimes, when we fulfill some small act of goodness and kindness, smiles.

  10. Really great feel to this piece Claudia. As usual your use of intermingling verse and dialogue is done at such a high level. Great read. Thanks and hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas

  11. Engaging and fey, I love this poem.

    For me, these lines stand out ‘“they’re made of words,” she says “that’s it”, / “i found them where things get wide, / and they’re never meaningless’

    Awesome 🙂

  12. i fell in love with your words reading them over crumbled Lebkuchen…
    i have seen this scene many times while wandering through various lanes in diffrent places…the unspoken is sometimes or often more capable of expressing inner truth then the uttered word.
    happy holidays..

  13. “hums little melodies that hang
    freezing cold in trees & downpipes”

    This definitely has an ethereal, almost magical feeling to it–the chilled air, the old man watching from afar “he who sees beyond time in the rearview mirror, ” the “silhouettes– getting smaller and smaller” The piece takes you to a different place, like watching from the edge of a dream. Just a lovely feel to it, Claudia.

  14. Sometimes words are not so meaningFUL…but never are they meaningLESS!

    I’d like to be driving those horses and parking the old sledge in front of the Pub doors. I could be designated driver for the few which are found overcome with rhyme.

    “Barman, please!
    Little more lime
    in my rhyme?”

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