
I left to see you:
the wind blew golden jewels
shook out curtains of fire flakes
heralds of star-strewn way
racing winter’s frost before me.
2 Timothy 4:21-22
Do your best to come before winter.
Eubulus sends greetings to you, as do Pudens and Linus and Claudia and all the brothers.
The Lord be with your spirit.
Grace be with you.
Grace at dVerse challenges us with the "wayra," a popular poetic form in Peru and Bolivia written in five unrhymed lines of 5-7-7-6-8 syllables. Click on Mr. Linky to join in. Image credit: Autumn Leaves, Wallpaper Safari
Oh this is lovely! Fire flakes and the almost tangible sense of movement.
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Thank you, Shay!
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Very nice, lovely, rocking the prompt. Autumn comes alive as a herald.
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Thank you for the lovely compliment, Glenn!
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Golden jewels, fire flakes – this poem blew me away! Autumn season is so beautiful.
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“Blew me away”! That pun almost blew right past me! ;>) Thank you, Grace. Loved the prompt.
pax,
dora
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That’s an amazing picture and powerful poem, Dora!
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I love the passage of Scripture the picture made me think of! Thank you, Mandy. Are you going to be leaving comments in Greek and Hebrew in the future? Just use one word sentences please. I can Google those! ;>)
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Hahahahhaha!!!! I will have to google them first myself. I’m not to proud to admit that! You are a joy to my heart sister!!!!
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🥰❤️😘
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I love your poems
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You just made my day! Thank you kindly, Sheila.
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I’m so glad 🙂
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Such mesmerising metaphors! You nailed it, pretty awesome
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I’m so glad you liked it, BW, and I so appreciate your enthusiastic response.
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I do think Timothy rushed to reach Paul after he received that letter. Nice description: “racing winter’s frost”.
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I think so too. Thank you, Frank.
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Beautiful concept and of course the “wordage” stunning, yes to the leaves! But also the last line and kmplications to me — and so clever with the realization of the ‘literary’ reference in scripture.
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Thank you for those generous comments, Ain. Paul repeats his urging to Timothy twice in his letter. It humanizes this great man of God as nothing else which is why, I suppose, it’s always been so memorable to me.
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Glorious Dora! I loved the fire flakes ☺️💕
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Thank you, Christine. They literally seemed that as I was driving through a sudden gust. Leaves falling rapidly now as winter gets closer.
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i love this poem and the story behind it
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Paul’s father-son relationship with Timothy humanizes the great Apostle to the Gentiles, doesn’t it? To me anyway, he’s so larger than life but in prison missing his spiritual son, so relatable. Thank you, Sami.
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I love their intimate friendship, so heartwarming. Then how you put that in art form is so clever.
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It’s one of the most moving passages in Scripture to me. Thank you, Sami. I think I missed your poem somehow. Headed over to check it out now. 🙂
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thanks
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‘curtains of fire-flakes’
lovely image!
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I can’t take credit because I literally drove through them as the wind shook them free.😀🍁🍂🍁
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Ah, you’re allowed to walk through falling leaves but not drive through them 🙂
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Alas. I’ll have to give up my poetic license now. 😉
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You could do penance instead 🙂
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My Presbyterian instincts would recoil. Ditching the car would be poetic justice though. Next time. :>)
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Penance would be walking 🙂
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I like walks, when my health allows.
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Yes, I saw that you have an auto-immune condition. I’m collection them, but nothing that affects movement.
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I’m glad. We need all the nature poems from you we can get! 🙂
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They’re probably all you’ll ever get 🙂
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You haven’t got any complaints from me yet! 😉
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Ha ha! No, and you’re too kind to protest even if you had grounds to 🙂
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this line took my heart, Dora – shook out curtains of fire flakes
how beautiful
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I drove through them not long before writing the poem: yeah, I wish I could take credit but that was a gift. 🍁🍂🍂🍁Thank you. Rosemarie. 🙂
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die to self
not others
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✝️
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Love this, especially ‘curtains of fire flakes’.
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Thank you kindly, Marion. That metaphor seems to have struck a sweet spot with everyone. Hard to get serendipity moments like that!
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I just love this, Dora. It instantly brings a picture to mind, and a mental image of emotions as well–so beautifully crafted. Rather than let the form crowd the words, they seem to give it wings to fly, and the title is perfect.
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Thank you so much, Joy, for those wonderful, generous words. Some have mentioned that the requirements of the form seemed to come easily to them, and perhaps there is something to that, the form lending itself to feeling. Thanks again. 💝
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Such beautiful, colorful images! I love the curtain of fire flakes.
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Thank you, Merril. Your comment made me think of those curtains of beads that every teenager in the 60’s and 70’s had to have!
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I don’t think I knew anyone who had them, but I did think they were cool. 😀
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I did, but actually they were recent immigrants from India, and they couldn’t resist something that reminded them of home. :>)
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Oh, very cool. 😀
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Fire flakes–what a perfect description! (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. 🙂❤️
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Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem and photo.
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Glad you liked them, Anita. Thank you. 🧡
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This is such beautiful imagery, Dora. I so love the fire flakes, too
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Thank you, Dale. 🙂
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🙂
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🍁🧡🍁
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magic vivid description that fits that amazing pic!
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Thank you, Kate. I love this new form Grace introduced to us!
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yes there are some really great ones!
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Fall goes out in splendor!
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Splendor indeed! Praise be to God!
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Amen!
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I love the fire flakes! This has a late fall feel, at the advent of winter, kind of poem!
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Oh I’m glad you liked it! Thanks, Jimmy!
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😃😃😄💚
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Oh, wow! Such lovely imagery, Dora! Autumn looks so beautiful dressed in your words. ❤️
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Thank you, Punam, kind as always. 🥰 “Autumn . . . dressed” – I think you could write a very nice poem with a metaphor like that! 😉
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“In a race with winter’s frost” … what a great line in a wonderful wayra.
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Thank you, Helen! BTW, how exactly do I follow your blog? I don’t see a follow button.
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Beautiful…as the Word and your writings. Be blessed in this weekend!✝️❤😊
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Love and blessings, Pat! 🕊❤️
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Such a beautiful piece, thanks my dear for sharing.
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Thank you so much!
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💟👍
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Oh I love this, we were indeed on the same thought, though I think winter is a few weeks ahead where we are… no golden jewels here any longer.
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Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write! 💝💝
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Awww thanks, Sanaa! 🥰🥰
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