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Our Turn
by Kathleen WilsonI stand
on white
clouds turned
into you
you come
on your white
horse that turns
into my white shield
you turn
into turning pages
protecting you
protecting me
white the sheep
that turn
to follow us
white
sheet knit
turned by space
to time
that castled
crowds
turn spiraling
and the moat
is full of tears
we step over it
turned into and over
all that comes to turn
into us
what winged dragon
could be bent
on quelling in his turn
such merriment
our pages
fold and turn
to build
our hidden nest
each pen a stem
to pierce the space
we've turned
to timelessness 11/03/2007 Posted on 11/04/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christopher Shin on 11/04/07 at 06:34 AM interesting poem. Is this from a dream? Very descriptive. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/04/07 at 09:18 AM I love the whiteness of this and the way each image turns into another page turned, another poem written ... ethereal the way each origami-s into a timeless nest. Lovely! *m.a |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/05/07 at 03:44 AM Such a fanciful fantasy with part of a chess board mixed in. Even a possibly friendly dragon to ride the sky and delight the crowds. And when the white is finally done, the pen races across the page to create and entertain.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/11/07 at 02:36 AM "...our pages fold and turn to build our hidden nest" That...has got to be one of the most beautiful lines I've ever read. Lovely image, unforgettable sentiment. Thanks. |
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