11.05.2013

Spokes

Pink sky’s medicine wheel,
forecasting taste to steal
the treasure marked by that X
If I could hitch a ride
by hawk-wing, fly beside
astral travelers, tempest
Aimed for that gold-tinged hoop,
the focused gilded loop
of precious foreverness.
 
"Medicine Wheel Clouds" by Em Jollie

  
#5 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.
Posted by Marian at 12:00 AM
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12 comments:

  1. Neat, unique description. I love when poets' perceptions change how I see the world.

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  3. i think this poem should be dedicated to the memory of Charlie Chesterman, who just passed away far too soon. his songs have been very important to me and are a huge influence on my writing. up to the sky, cowboy!
    http://www.charliechesterman.com/home.html

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    1. http://www.charliechesterman.com/funeral.html

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  4. I'd like to hitch a ride by hawk-wing too.

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  5. I love it...and I did think of Stephen Hawking when reading it!
    Was this your intent?!

    Wondrous...
    One of my favorite!

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  6. I looked him up and I am listening to his music now. I'm ignorant about music, so listen to all suggestions. He has a neat twang and great hands. I couldn't find any lyrics, but it was a joy to hear him play. Recordings give musicians "precious foreverness." Of a sort.

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  8. "of precious foreverness" ...so lovely, Marian.
    K

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  9. I will hitch a ride on the hawk wing.. if there is room for one more... :)

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