Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Tendered Arms (A Poem)

Photograph: Phoenix by Vojko Kalan via Public Domain Pictures.

TENDERED ARMS
by Louise Gallagher

White dove
riding high
trailing winds

blowing

wings folded
bearing arms
tendered
where angelic hosts
render peace
out of nothing

windblown

breathless
white wings folded
resting
in hope
born of
nothing more
than air
moving through time

standing still

a breadth
of sky
consuming
all
matter
becoming
nothing
breathing
into nothing
knowing nothing
more than

a belief

peace
will come
when white doves
sail
on windblown
skies
and earth turns
in time
to find
peace
bearing arms
of Love.

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It's another One Shot Wednesday and I have written this poem inspired by Glynn over at Faith. Fiction. Friends. and the photo (which I think is awesome) he shared as part of his One Shot Wednesday submission. Sponsored by One Stop Poetry, poets and proseists (haha) gather to share the best of their poetic prose every Wednesday.

To see other poems, please visit the site.

Now.... on Glynn's blog he writes: Photograph: Phoenix by Vojko Kalan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

So, I skipped on over to Public Domain Pictures and downloaded Vojko Kalan's stunning photo -- which inspired me! :)

12 comments:

dustus said...

Very well done use of minimalist lines. And I love how the lines build to create the sense of the poem coming together at the end.

Maureen said...

Lovely, Louise.

S. Etole said...

There's something about the sky that keeps drawing our vision ... waiting.

Brian Miller said...

ah that was like a breath of fresh air...smiles.

Hope said...

really love this

wings folded
bearing arms
tendered
where angelic hosts
render peace
out of nothing

beautiful flow

love it!

Claudia said...

i felt the wind floating across the page...blowing your words into my heart..

Brandi said...

Just. Beautiful.

nance marie said...

light on wings shining
soaring diving
lifting
being
Loving

Glynn said...

Nice one, Louise. :)

Margaret said...

...when white doves sail on windblown skies. I think I just soared... A very delicate poem. Well done.

trisha said...

this is truly beautiful louise.

Shashi said...

Dear Louise

I liked it from the beginning with your words
'White dove
riding high
trailing winds'
and then you put the word 'Blowing'
Slowly you brought about the ending in so perfect thoughts in so little words that it effortlessly got into my thinking.. thanks for sharing..

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-another-kind-of-valentines-day.html