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goldenlangur

What the wind brings

 

The November wind carries a hint

of juniper and sandalwood smoke,

and an echo

of cymbal and thigh-bone trumpet...

 

Across the ridge

ragged manes of poplars

stain the setting sun.

Ravens, fields and peaks meld

into the valley's’ dark mouth.

Soon, the stars unveil their

incandescent tracery of paths.

 

Outline of a face flickers

in the dark.

The front gate clicks open.

But no footsteps sound

in the cobbled courtyard.

 

It is cold and silent.


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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badger11

Your poem oozes atmosphere. Very much enjoyed.

 

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abstract

Chilling. I especially like the line:

 

 

 

Ravens, fields and peaks meld

 

into the valleys’ dark mouth.

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goldenlangur

Hi badge,

 

I'm so glad that the atmosphere of the moment came through:

Your poem oozes atmosphere. Very much enjoyed.

 

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Thank you. :smile:


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur

Hi abstract,

 

I like your reading of 'chilling'. It is one of those instances, when a reader adds something to a piece and enriches it. :smile:

Chilling. I especially like the line:

 

 

 

Ravens, fields and peaks meld

 

into the valleys’ dark mouth.

 

 

Delighted too that the lines you've quoted carried some impact.

 

 

Thank you.


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Benjamin

A genteel language and innocent imagery which altered in the last stanza, to prompt a mood reminiscent of De la Mare's famous poem, "The Listeners". Enjoyed. Benjamin

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abstract

Thank you Benjamin for your reply. I had to read "The Listeners" to understand

your post (the mood is a bit reminiscent!) and it led me to look up Walter de la Mare's other work.

I am working my way through a collection of his poetry now and am enjoying it.

 

Goldenlangur: I would be curious to know what the story behind your poem is, if you know, and would like to tell.

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Tinker

Hi GL, As usual your imagery surprises me. You deliver a mood with the unexpected. I really enjoyed reading this, it is fresh and current yet ancient and haunting.

 

~~Tink


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goldenlangur

Hi Benjamin,

 

The Listeners is one of my all-time favorites and I'm delighted that my little piece reminded you of this poem: :smile:

 

A genteel language and innocent imagery which altered in the last stanza, to prompt a mood reminiscent of De la Mare's famous poem, "The Listeners". Enjoyed. Benjamin

 

 

Thank you.


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur

Hi again,

 

Very good of you to ask. :smile: At this time of the year (Late Fall/autumn ) we have family rites which include special offerings for the loved ones whom we have lost. The juniper and sandalwood incense and the cymbals and thigh-bone trumpets accompany the rites. The rite is performed by monks. the There's a local belief that at the time of such offerings the dead return briefly.

 

Goldenlangur: I would be curious to know what the story behind your poem is, if you know, and would like to tell.

 

 

I hope this gives you some background to the poem. :smile:


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur

Hi Tink,

 

As ever, you're generous and encouraging: :smile:

Hi GL, As usual your imagery surprises me. You deliver a mood with the unexpected. I really enjoyed reading this, it is fresh and current yet ancient and haunting.

 

~~Tink

 

 

I'm pleased that the imagery works.

 

 

Thank you.


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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dr_con

Golden, As always this is just fantastic work- Hungry Ghosts came to mind and was gratified to see it was an ancestor ceremony- Really enjoyed! Many Thanks! DC&J


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David W. Parsley

Words - the right and beautiful words - spare as the edge of a bitter wind. Combines an Algernon Blackwood ability to draw on what is "out there" with what haunts from within (yes, like de la Mare's Listeners).

 

- Dave

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eclipse

lovely work this i must say

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fdelano

Maybe just the word choice, but this takes me to a barren place near Mexico. I get the feeling of sitting by a greasewood fire, looking across the river, maybe from Arizona. Looking around for my jerky.

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goldenlangur

Golden, As always this is just fantastic work- Hungry Ghosts came to mind and was gratified to see it was an ancestor ceremony- Really enjoyed! Many Thanks! DC&J

 

 

Many thanks, DC&J. You're absolutely spot on - it is an ancestor ceremony. :smile:


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur

lovely work this i must say

 

Thank you for the read and your kind words. :smile:


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur

Maybe just the word choice, but this takes me to a barren place near Mexico.

 

How wonderful that this piece reminded you of a barren place near Mexico.

 

This brings a big :smile: :

I get the feeling of sitting by a greasewood fire, looking across the river, maybe from Arizona. Looking around for my jerky.

 

Thank you.


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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tonyv

This one has a mystical, supernatural, trascendental mood to it. And though it's set on the other side of the world, I can understand the Mexico association. It's very Day of the Dead. Setting, length, ambiance -- I like everything about this poem, Goldenlangur.

 

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Aleksandra
Ravens, fields and peaks meld

into the valley's’ dark mouth.

 

Well, GL :) those were my favorite lines, my taste of verses. But that's not all. I loved all the poem. How good after some time to read you again. I enjoyed reading this poem. Great, as always :)

Thank you for sharing it.

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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