Sunday, September 11, 2011

Gossamer Ties

The Revernant by Andrew Wyeth

Gossamer Ties

The image was as gossamer
Threads woven into a ghost
A spirit painted of rays
Standing still in the breeze.

It was that very stillness
That woke me
Called me from some dark dream
Held me pinned with its stillness.

I yearned for him to beckon
So willing was I to follow
To leave this life
And go into that light he was.

So still did he stand
I knew the answer was no
Be still
Your time is not yet.

I breathed out his message with the pain
Inhaled the vanishing gossamer threads
The image gone
I remained still.

And waited for morning
The gossamer ties of sun
To anchor me again to the day
To live still without him.

J. Binford-Bell
September 2011


Go to Magpie tales for other links to great poems. Tess Kincaid provided our inspiration with the Andrew Wyeth work at the beginning.
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27 comments:

  1. Brandee ShaferSeptember 11, 2011 at 12:44 PM

    Beautiful job. I love how you saw something desirable in an image I regarded as ominous.

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  2. Kay L. DaviesSeptember 11, 2011 at 1:41 PM

    I didn't see him as negative, either. It would be a dull world if everyone saw everything the same way.
    I think you've done a great job of this, it has "not yet" in every line.
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  3. MaggieSeptember 11, 2011 at 1:45 PM

    How deeply sad. A wonderful take on the prompt.

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  4. LBTLSeptember 11, 2011 at 6:21 PM

    what a pull, missing someone dear, wanting to be reunited yet fate doesn't want it to, at least not yet :(
    you captured it all well.
    Happy gooseberry day!!!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/the-crepuscule/

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  5. MorningSeptember 11, 2011 at 6:51 PM

    love it,

    awesome showcase of sadness.

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2011 at 6:58 PM

    Excellent write. Very nicely done. Love the painting, too. You used it well!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/farmers-lament-2/

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2011 at 7:28 PM

    i find sad poems to be powerful and this one is

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  8. Tumblewords:September 11, 2011 at 9:05 PM

    Wonderful yearning penned here.

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  9. BerowneSeptember 11, 2011 at 10:41 PM

    A trip to the moon, on gossamer wings...

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  10. JinksySeptember 12, 2011 at 1:54 AM

    A gentle love tied with gossamer runs through your words - lovely. ♥

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  11. KaySeptember 12, 2011 at 2:18 AM

    It is wonderful that you look for the beauty deep within. Your piece is so lovely. Thank you!

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  12. Jackie JordanSeptember 12, 2011 at 2:29 AM

    Excellent job. Very moving!

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  13. Isabel DoyleSeptember 12, 2011 at 6:07 AM

    very moving - pleased the poet decided to stay ...

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  14. Brian MillerSeptember 12, 2011 at 10:01 AM

    oh def heavy on the emo...wishing to be with the one we love yet not our time...nicely written...

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  15. Jack Edwards PoetrySeptember 12, 2011 at 10:58 AM

    Wonderfully vivid poetry.
    I especially liked the line:

    'Held me pinned with its stillness.'

    Here is my entry
    http://jackedwardspoetry.blogspot.com/2011/09/rose.html

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  16. Teresa MarieSeptember 12, 2011 at 3:32 PM

    Great imagery! Haunting too. Nicely done. Blessings, Terri

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  17. MargaretSeptember 12, 2011 at 10:04 PM

    It tugs at the heart strings. I wrote a similar take...

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  18. AnonymousSeptember 13, 2011 at 3:50 AM

    nice! :) my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/04/09/summer-wind/

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  19. TrellissimoSeptember 13, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    I'm almost holding my breath...

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  20. Ann LeFloreSeptember 13, 2011 at 12:46 PM

    This is so sad, wonderful, love your image and your poem this is a good poem and so happy to read this thanks for sharing
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/08/27/the-island-breeze/

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  21. Tess KincaidSeptember 13, 2011 at 5:10 PM

    "Gossamer" is a perfect word here...

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  22. IntelliblogSeptember 14, 2011 at 3:02 PM

    A beautiful poem, Jacqui. Dreamy and transparent, like the image. It's interesting how the pale colours of this image can appear so dark and ominous, yet strangely attractive.

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  23. PentheSeptember 14, 2011 at 5:50 PM

    Lovely poem and I too love the use of 'gossamer'...

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  24. Shashidhar SharmaSeptember 15, 2011 at 3:57 AM

    Dear Jacqui Binford-Bell
    I love the flow of your poetry..and the starting was quite powerful...
    I could relate to that so much...
    And as it grew more powerful with your imagery.. I loved the lines...

    "I breathed out his message with the pain
    Inhaled the vanishing gossamer threads"

    Thanks for sharing I am happy that you are here... and look forward to seeing you again...

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/09/whispers-in-memories-way-of-soul.html
    At twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  25. HelenSeptember 17, 2011 at 9:32 AM

    Hi! I found myself strangely attracted to the man in the painting. Maybe I knew him once? Your Magpie is great!

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  26. The Blog of BeeSeptember 17, 2011 at 8:24 PM

    This one is a true gem.

    I hadn't read any before I posted (very late) but I see you and I were thinking along the same lines - although mine actually went!

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  27. Jingle Poetry At Olive GardenSeptember 18, 2011 at 6:42 PM

    fabulous...

    come to share your talent with us tonight,

    any poem could fit to the theme of object.
    best regards!

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I appreciate all kind comments on my art and poetry.

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