One Single Impression: Departed

Where from and where to,
Fox?
And, for goodness sake,
Why?

So early on a Sunday morning
You skim the air as a ghost
You glow like an ember

Left over from a campfire
Where the stories were

Delicious

Last night.

You are a messenger
From the place
Where primal stories
Merge with primal
Urges

And satisfaction is hunted down.

You fly by
Because you must;
You are a fox.

You know the story.
So do I.

We have departed
From the same place
Each in our own language.

We are not here

We never were

Don’t look back
Or at anybody,
Fox.

Comments

  1. That is very special! Nicely done.

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  2. Sandy, special message....like so much, dear
    http://graceolsson.se/mittliv/2009/11/07/a-romanian-man-at-flowers-from-today/

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  3. I could have written this about MY fox!
    He still comes..... will have to write about him again.

    Lovely poetry!

    Nuts in May

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  4. great poetry, makes you think. I'm going back to reread it...

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  5. oh, wow! I've only ever seen a fox in the wild once, but this captures that moment perfectly.

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  6. Such a touching poem about a much maligned animal...I love the foxes...
    Sandi

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  7. I have seen them glowing like embers in the sun before. A friend of mine has them in her back garden. They come out into the yard to frolic. They have been there for years. I will have to tell her about your poem. You describe them well enough for a person to get the true sense of the animal.

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  8. I have never had that experience. You made it come alive for me.

    Thanks!

    a winter tale

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  9. The Japanese speak of the fox spirit who seems to have invaded your thoughts!


    Aloha, Foxy Friend


    Comfort Spiral

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  10. i wonder how you start making this. i wonder what inspired you to write. just nice.

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  11. Anonymous1:12 AM

    that is very nice Sandy...

    special, rhythmic and sweet

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  12. Beautifully done. Great imagery.

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  13. Anonymous6:41 AM

    wow, this was neatly done. lovely take! :)

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  14. Nice imagery, using the fox to tell the tale. There may be a little bit of the fox in us all. Well done.

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  15. I feel him slinking through our lives and how out of touch we are with him, to our detriment.

    Sunny Sunday #5 - Paper Sol

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  16. Magical and mysterious...as always, your words have so many depths to them. This poem was about a fox, but it was about so much more...beautiful!!

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  17. That brilliant image of the ember set the tone for me in this piece. Fascinating what you are saying here, Sandy.

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  18. Almost without footprints, either of you...

    Lovely--

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  19. your poem has the essence of raw life
    wild life, wonderful

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  20. Hi Sandy;

    good morning...:)

    this is a very unique one...guess can't ever think about writing one like this...

    thumbs up Sandy!!!

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  21. Mm... I saved this for last in the backlog in my reader. Like dessert. Because I somehow knew it would be something I'd want to linger over, to savor, to let run over my tongue slowly.

    I was right.

    Guess that's where my own primal urge lies.

    Delicious, Sandy.

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  22. "And satisfaction is hunted down" wow, powerful! You took me right to the woods!

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  23. I could see it! And feel it!

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  24. interesting read .. :)

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  25. Thanks for this sweet and harmonious poem, Sandy.

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  26. Anonymous9:48 AM

    You nailed the fox attitude perfectly, Sandy. I often one of the locals slinking home after a wild night out.

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  27. You know the story.
    So do I


    .. i find the " you ... "

    kind of poetry fascinating ..

    .. makes me think of what the fox would/should say ..

    lovely ..

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  28. I have never seen a fox except on tv. I have seen some dogs who had fox features.

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  29. A picture painted by your lovely words.

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  30. Anonymous9:39 AM

    Beautiful imagery. Reminds me of a dream I once had about a wolf...

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  31. Sandy, what fun! You have so captured the mystery and wiliness of the fox as well as the mystery of sitting before a campfire. I, too, wrote one about a camp fire but decided to use it for next week's prompt instead. This poem is delightful!

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  32. In my culture 'fox' means shape-shifter or invisibility. Perfect for the 'departed' prompt!

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  33. " I have seen some dogs who had fox features "

    " a dream I once had about a wolf "

    " In my culture 'fox' means shape-shifter or invisibility "

    _ those who study ' culture ' & poetry anywhere in the world would benefit from an impartial study of the comments made by writers vis a vis ' poetry ' on this esteemed blog ..

    (i recommend this to those who pursue literature & other creative art forms ) ..

    zg ..

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  34. beautifully written- the words just flow... I especially love the stanza:"You are a messenger
    From the place
    Where primal stories
    Merge with primal
    Urges

    And satisfaction is hunted down."

    So mysterious and haunting...

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  35. We have departed
    From the same place
    Each in our own language.

    I am struck by the stories both delicious and hidden. and how we try and deny what the fox represents, our primal source.

    Nicely written Sandy.

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  36. Anonymous5:55 PM

    You capture and blend the myth, the legend and the reality so well. Cunning, clever and golden. Thank you!

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  37. Anonymous5:55 PM

    You capture and blend the myth, the legend and the reality so well. Cunning, clever and golden. Thank you!

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