goldenlangur Posted May 3, 2009 Share Posted May 3, 2009 His call In the full moon a mountain of clouds rise from the blue belly of the valley. Tonight, with Orion in abeyance she borrows his cincture, his sword for her diadem; and she plunges the nebula of the galaxy. Her song fills the hills, but no butter-lamp is lit, his flute lies silent, and his rice bowl empty. She has heard his call where is he? goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 Ooooh Here is a departure from the usual. But it still has the golden langur moment. And what a surprise this one carried. golden langur wrote: Tonight, with Orion in abeyance she borrows his cincture, his sword for her diadem; and she plunges the nebula of the galaxy. How do you know all of these words? "cincture" is a new one for me... I really enjoyed this one. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 10, 2009 Author Share Posted May 10, 2009 Hi Tink, Thank you for your witty response to this. I'm pleased that you enjoyed the images of sacred office in the part you've quoted. Yes, a departure from the tanka and haibun forms I normally seem to go for but glad that it works in some way. As for those "words", having fallen from grace, perhaps I ought to know goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 Wonderful expressions goldenlangur. I like it so much. The start of the poem sounds so good and gives a lots of beautiful imageries: In the full moon a mountain of clouds rise from the blue belly of the valley. This expression I loved so much: Her song fills the hills I love that style of expression - not usual. And the end: She has heard his call where is he? impress me a lot, because I have seen in your poems a lot, question in the last part. And I love that way of ending parts. Thank you for sharing my friend Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 10, 2009 Author Share Posted May 10, 2009 Hi Alexsandra, You're quite right - so many question but what hope for any answers? I'm so pleased that you enjoyed this short piece on the oracle tradition here. Thank you very much for your words of encouragement. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 For some reason I was expecting "him" to be a person -- I dunno ... perhaps I was thinking of my own predictable verse -- and I was delighted to read on and find out that "he" was Orion. I, too, had to look up three words in this one (abeyance, cincture, and diadem), but I like that! These words fit the poem very well. Love this part: Her song fills the hills, but no butter-lamp is lit, his flute lies silent, and his rice bowl empty ... and the emphasis on the word "where" in the last line. An enjoyable read, as always, GL! Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 10, 2009 Author Share Posted May 10, 2009 Hi Tony, I'm very happy for your to read the "he" here as Orion, as this constellation is associated with the oracle tradition here. I'm delighted that you enjoyed the images and the theme here. The words you've picked out were inspired by the oracular rites. Many thanks for the read and your thumbs-up! goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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