Friday, December 15, 2006

Thin Air ~~ anna hood ~~

I’m up here alone
so high so high
above the speckled
blue bay
my tight rope wobbly
my words glass thoughts
tangled around the rivers
of my wrists.

Around my neck
an amber pendant
for luck a slice of time
a few gentle phrases
by Brahms or a lullaby
in air so thin so thin
in the blue eye of heaven.

I once heard of a man
who wore strung from his neck
small blue bottles
that clinked and clanked
as he walked in his sheet of glass
a glimpse of blue
in the eye of God.

I’m up here alone
so high so high
in unshed snow
in cheesecloth air
the man’s shimmery coat
a glimpse of blue.


Blogger Dafath said...

such a longing

9:07 AM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks al bear for reading
a bunch of thought strung together is all this is

9:49 AM  
Blogger Roberta said...

Dear Anna,

Silly woman. Don't you know you are never alone. When you put the words down and post, you take all of us with you!


3:44 PM  
Blogger anna said...

If only
hugs dear one

5:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dearest Anna,
Reading you I think of crystals & prisms, bubbles & baubles.
Tell me when you next see an angel or 2.
You are never alone, Anna. You have friends.

9:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh... beautiful - so evocative
Do so love the line "my words glass thoughts" - what wonderful imagery.

9:56 PM  
Blogger anna said...

Susan, Bubbles and Baubles and Bangles oh yes! I do so love the shiny stuff.

Atyllah, glass thoughts is rather wonderful isn't it. (laughing)

Thank you both so much !!

Below is a private issue:
For Hen eyes only! Tilly your special agent distilling glasses please. If there is one other hen reading this please dress accordingly.

Agent atyllah I am relieved in the extreme that your communication centre is once again receiving directives. I for one have been a trifle nervous there was no one in charge.

And Miss Abraham are you in deep undercover with the chick? Your own communication centre was also giving me difficulties.

4:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like the amber pendant/slice of time reference. It makes our sense of time seem so gnat-like.

6:11 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Dear Apprentice, I too love the amber slice of time - amber is such a mystical magical substance.
Thank you so much for visiting

7:25 AM  
Blogger Bernita said...

"the rivers of my wrists"
A layered image.
You are so good at that.

5:39 AM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

tangled around the rivers
of my wrists

Loved that. I see the wordsmith in you. ^_^ As when, reading "Wolf," I chance upon this:

when aspens quiver
with the first breath of day

and the whole second stanza of "Wolf" -- a mind-blowing experience. I applaud. Cheers.

5:46 AM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks a bunch Bernita
and Soulless so nice of you
and to read Wolf as well!

thanks again to you both!

9:38 AM  
Blogger jason evans said...

The airy imagery...and the clinking bottles. Delicious. :)

7:11 PM  
Blogger Saaleha said...

See Anna, this is going to become tired, troublesome and thoroughly annoying, but I demand that chapbook :-) You cannot leave the rivers of my wrists to rot in blogger oblivion. Please, please please. btw, this is my second attempt. Beta blogger is eating me alive. commenting is officially a nightmare!

1:04 AM  
Blogger Atyllah said...

Coded message from Agent Atyllah - the ship nearly hit the rocks but we've found the captain.

2:03 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Jason, thank you - this a true person, who wears these blue bottles hanging from his neck.

Saaleha, blame Susan! heehee
She got me to switch to BETA. I couldn't leave comments on her blog or Atylla's
Thank you so much for keeping on trying. I thank you and the rivers in my wrists thank you (gg)

!!for hen's eyes only!! A Canadian Vulgarian had issued a chicken alert. A tribe of hens has been spotted transporting themselves in a field on a small island on the e. coast of Canada. Be on the ready. They look fat and tasty and Christmas is near.

4:28 AM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

Oh no, Anna. I'm a cool dame.
I operate on my own. At the moment, situated in deep forestry regions in Asia, satellite pointing towards Borneo. As long as the orang utans don't get me, I'll still be commenting.
As for the hen, my God, that chick messes my head up proper.
I'm trying to brush her feathers and she won't let me put a hairclip on her pretty red comb.

Talk to her, Anna.

6:55 PM  

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