prophecy slipped through
open windows…born on a
west-wind fragrance of pale
ocean to agitate her white
curtains…disarray letters
on her desk…speak to her
in the scrape of gold red
autumn leaves dropped so
carelessly upon her porch,
in sunlit torch-ed flutter
imaged on her ceiling wall
a scrying need changed
currents in her blood…
changed direction of a
subtle weather vane within
her brain to mediate faint
polarities of thought
a water thirst rose underneath
her tongue… a drowsy scarf…
a need to compass steps across
a room…she pinched her palm
for focus…for holding of a golden
thought against fading brevity
of the pregnant light
Bonnie Marshall
Art by Andrew Wyeth
“Wind from the Sea” sketch
Proem... 
Love the poem. This is the first time that I listened to it as well and I like that affect. Is there a specific program you use to do this?
Thank you! There are several mp3 voice record apps around…I’ve settled on Vivacious Voice Recorder (love that name) as the simplest for me. Thinking…you will enjoy the benefits.
Thanks Bonnie!
As written and spoken, just wonderful!
Your comment is important to me. Smile…
Beautifully vivid!
Always know how highly I value your comments, Nancy. Smile…
Bonnie,
“prophecy slipped through
open windows…born on a
west-wind fragrance of pale
ocean to agitate her white
curtains”
You’re kidding me, correct? You expect me to write poetry after reading that? Damn that is so beautiful, it aches!
John…so generous of you. Know I think the same way about your poetry and your photography. Smile.