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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Small Stones: Across the Sky


Helicopters fly
Gray and Green
Against blue sky

Whoom-puh, Whoompuh

Blades cut through air
Shake leaves
Rattle glass
People watch from below.

Fly at night
Fly in day
Going where?  When?
Today, tomorrow.

Young men, young women
Sons and daughters all
Fly across
Desert ground, look down.

Whoom-puh, Whoompuh

Beating of their hearts
And
Beating of blades:
Same sound.


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17 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2012 at 5:12 AM

    That cut a sharp picture in my mind.

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  2. Jennie BaileyFebruary 8, 2012 at 10:28 AM

    Very moving poem!

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  3. UnknownFebruary 8, 2012 at 12:08 PM

    Great rhythm and imagery :)

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  4. Starting Over, Accepting Changes - MaybeFebruary 8, 2012 at 4:04 PM

    You are a wonderful writer Susan. I know I may have said that before, but I so enjoy your posts.

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  5. Susan KaneFebruary 8, 2012 at 4:47 PM

    Delores, Jennie, Siv Maria, and Arleen--Thank you so much for feeling the helicopters that fly over us from Camp Pendleton. There are so many military families we meet and know. When we hear the 'copters fly, we picture these people. And pray for them.

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  6. Shannon LawrenceFebruary 8, 2012 at 10:47 PM

    Oh, thank you for sharing! Love the feeling/sensation you created. I'm sandwiched between the Air Force Academy and Fort Carson, so I'm quite familiar with the sound and feel of the heli's overhead.

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    1. Susan KaneFebruary 9, 2012 at 11:44 AM

      Being near so many military installations, we see these young people shopping in the stores, pushing baby strollers. When I see and hear the heli's overhead, I think of those people.

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  7. Elephant's ChildFebruary 8, 2012 at 10:54 PM

    This makes me think of the old song by Police 'Do the Russians Love their chidren too'. I grieve for the losses on all sides.

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    1. Susan KaneFebruary 9, 2012 at 11:43 AM

      Absolutely. Death of young is grieved, no matter what nation or belief. We aren't the only ones in the sky.

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  8. Pat HattFebruary 9, 2012 at 4:32 AM

    The whoom-puh, whoompuh was a great addition, really helped the flow of your verse, great job.

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  9. Crazy Life of a Writing MomFebruary 9, 2012 at 11:34 AM

    This would make the MOST BEAUTIFUL picture book! I love it!

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    1. Susan KaneFebruary 9, 2012 at 11:46 AM

      I wonder if we could gather all the "Small Stones" posts? Put them into a book? What would happen?

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  10. DeeFebruary 9, 2012 at 2:29 PM

    Dear Susan.

    Powerful and perceptive.

    Peace.

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  11. LiveHigh Commercial Property Listing & BeyondFebruary 9, 2012 at 4:26 PM

    I love the rhythm and rhyme, and I love the way you power the message through a question. And Susan, you may already know of the dverspoets.com poet community.

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  12. Lynda R Young as Elle CardyFebruary 9, 2012 at 4:32 PM

    wow, this is wonderfully written. I love the imagery.

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  13. Dawn M. HamsherFebruary 10, 2012 at 5:16 PM

    I love the sound element in your poem!

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