Nordic cloud

Jun 18, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Smoky fires that rise revealing Anni

Shrouded in the mist of smoky fires

that rise revealing Anni in her home

where earth

the colour of her flaming hair

is blessed with worded poems

while we stare

is this Australia's freedom of the skies

her brush of words

awash with colours

she paints her poems in the clouds

so beautifully

and by her are formed new memories

that once read we never loose

of this her myth of prairie, bush

and orange stone

embraced by words of infinite skill

that weave their stories round

the campfires embers

of ancient thought

stamped out

beat

sand-stepped

red ground

she burns at both ends

the candle of her life

and sends the words

like chocolate birds

to fall out of the sky

to nourish you and I

from just those vapours high above

with love.

— Nordic cloud, Jun 18, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

Critiques

Seren

16 years 11 months ago

And what a beautiful thought

And what a beautiful thought it was , Anni is now poetry as she writes ... as it should be ... Love Jayne x

Ink Dragon

16 years 11 months ago

this is so beautiful! You know what's funny? I have written a poem for Anni, too, as she is such a wonderful asset to this site and gives us all so much of her kind heart. I think you did a better job with your poem than I with mine... Yours, ~Nina

Nordic cloud

16 years 11 months ago

I do agree Nina that she's an asset

I did one on the 21st march to Anni, she has several, she says, for me so that's what made me post this when I suddenly felt inspired to write it this morning. I have Australian relatives and have loved seeing and reading about their native peoples, the birds and animals, stamping dances and colours, the colours of the eucalypti (?) are so particularly stunning that one could write a poem on just them, the flowers so exotic so perfumed, their people so alive and full of imagination. They have, as a nation been long underestimated, at least in the early 50's they were, and now they blossom forth as viable beauties in the world of culture and language; of which Anni is one of them. Good luck to their blooms. Thank you for appreciating this. Yours from your friend Ann of Norway

barbsdad2003

16 years 11 months ago

Hey there, you across ...

the pond ... O Ann of Norway --- I look for ways to shorten, to make spare the language; and by doing so, add---just perhaps---a mite more ooph, a bit more meaning. A sample of what comes to mind for me would be a slight tilt of your "the embers in campfires" to something like "campfires' embers" or even "the embered campfires" or ... --- I esp. like---appreciate, savor--- "she burns at both ends the candle of her life" All in all, I think a very apt dedicatory to an astonishingly well-deserving person. With affection (of course), Chuck

Nordic cloud

16 years 11 months ago

I'll not chuck your idea out

I shall adopt it immendiately as it is definitly an improvement, it was a little pedestrian just there I completely agree, and so said so done. Thank you affectionate Chuck if it wern't for the size of that there pond I would be over to visit you all but then my purse is not so big either so that would put paid to that dream. Gratefully Ann of Norway

Geezer

16 years 11 months ago

Smokey campfires

The Queen of Norway is the perfect emissary and ambassador to the world of poetry. She writes as eloquently as those she honors. So says, the court-jester in midst of his seriousness. I love the lines:"Her brush of words awash with colors,she paints her poems in the clouds,so beautifully." Gee.

Nordic cloud

16 years 11 months ago

I love the court jesters

I am sure you are not, and yet you maybe have the qualities for such a 'game.' I loved entertaining at boarding school as I got the other children to laugh themselves silly, then singing them to sleep I would go out on the wide window-sill and watch the moon or the stars for a long time. Humour and peace, a good combination, that made the usually shy me happy. Sir Knight, for if I am a Queen I have the wherewithall to knight you Geezer. Sir Geezer sounds good don't you think? I have used a sword, so I shall be careful not to cut off your head in the process. Thank you for your comment just the same. Ann of Norway

Geezer

16 years 11 months ago

Thank you for my

Thank you for my knighthood O'Queen,I accept with great humility. Your careful use of the sword is duly noted. Sir Geezer,does sound good! Sir Geezer awaits your next mission of peace and humour!

Rett

16 years 11 months ago

Ann my friend

I find this well done, quite apt in subject and thoroughly enjoyable. The only place I seem to have a problem is figuring out if you actually meant loose or lose. that once read we never loose (lose?) A delightful read and well done! Respectfully, Rett: "God made an idiot for practice, then he made a school board." Mark Twain For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905