a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Hopelessness

For Sunday's Whirligig who gives us words like clay to shape any way we please
Palm pressed
against windows
lifts unmarked

Pantry of friends
born pure
paint brown and white sins

Consonants without vowels
have burnt
the good in some

9 comments:

Sandra said...

there is a language with no vowels but do not remember which one, just read that a couple weeks ago on a blog. i think it was Russian.

McGuffy Ann Morris said...

This one really makes one reach deep down.

Old Egg said...

I think there is a language in southern Africa that has a lot of clicking sounds which may be the one that Sandra is referring to. I like to think there is some good in everyone...somewhere!

Lynne said...

You DID IT . . .
No way could I . . .

Jim said...

I like the consonants without vowels. Most of us had consonants AND vowels.
Did you know that the Hawaiians pronounce EVERY vowel?
See how you say 'Hawaii'.
..

Jae Rose said...

That palm pressed against the window is a powerful image...which unfolds in a way which is both relatable and also slightly unsettling perhaps? It speaks of being shut in...to me at least...but flows beautifully..like well developed thoughts

Abbey Michael Boyle Blount Fallin said...

a sharp view.

Susan Anderson said...

I really like these challenges, and you do them so well. Some day I need to try my hand at one. (The second verse is my favorite!)

Merry Christmas!

=)

Malia Craig Tagg Lawrence Page said...

excellent.

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