the plaintive calls

in this temporary lull…

in the stall that passes for a quiet pause…

the sigh between stoplights winking…

through another relentless rumbling evening rush,
i can hear the faint… the plaintive calls.

like memories echoing down narrow windowed canyon walls

a slow whitened silhouette a blur above rooftops,

entrails across the smoke dark shroud of sky.
a lone seagull…

aloft in her weightless circles calling…

pleading our cause that carnivorous Winter release

it’s talon grip on our weathered psyches.
this colossal metropolis

frayed and weary along its steely margins,

holding a collective breath praying for relief

for signs our resolve has slain the beast.
to be home… and warm is a primal lure

and cars have little patience for an inconvenient reverie,

but i have witnessed Spring’s first inland gull

and believe her plea was not in vain.
heartened and invigorated now,

windows down i invite the viper wind

to hiss his last stinging breaths on my skin

and tangle my hair as i drive.

59 thoughts on “the plaintive calls

  1. I love how you are calling it’s bluff, Spring will emerge. That last verse wonderful imagery, I can just see that cold air biting through your hair. In fact the imagery is perfect in each verse and I also witness your frustration about wishing to get home. Beautiful Jack.

    • Muddletation says:

      I agree, I loved it all but that last verse is perfection!

    • and as i write this the 5am sky is a very pale tangerine….and it is snowing again!. my back door was never shut so fast lol! i have to say Jen, faith in an eventual Spring has been rare commodity this year, but the seagulls never break their promises….so i believe!

      ty for the knindness you’ve thrown my way,
      i always appreciate you being here. Love and Hugs Jen!

      • Wouldn’t miss your words Jack, I do hope it eventuates, there is only so much snow and bitter cold one can take. It’s 9.22pm Sunday night here and we have colder Autumn nights and mornings, thankfully the days still bring sunshine, soon the shoe will be on the other foot my friend πŸ™‚ hugs to you too.

      • well, i wouldn’t wish this ‘polar vortex’ nightmare on anyone, here’s hoping it never arrives in your hemisphere.

      • Fingers crossed, it would be weird having snow, though I sit with a jumper and my comfy ugg boots on now. I hate the cold! πŸ™‚

      • heh, my knee high ughs saved me this year, with near 7′ of snow i needed every inch of waterproof leather and fleece! lol i despise the cold too, my skinny self affords no insulation whatsoever….accch!

      • lol, I have the visual, they are god/universe sent these uggs, couldn’t live without them. More carbs Jack? πŸ™‚

      • yeah…sure, whaddya got for me? honestly, i have one of those non stop metabolisms, i eat to try and maintain my meager weight. at 6’2, 165 lbs, i don’t have much padding around the edges! believe me the carbs go in…they just don’t hang around! lol

      • Trying to work out lbs to kilos here erm 2.2lbs per kg = um where is my calculator! um spuds, pasta, pastry, rice, um err…nope you just have a good metabolism, wish I did πŸ™‚

      • spuds, pasta, pastry, rice,….and ice cream every night, so go figure! and this is the point in the conversation when the mumbled expletives begin, but trust me, i have an over abundance of imperfections that more than make up for this one bright spot! lol

      • at least you can smile under those mumbles πŸ˜‰

  2. Nomzi Kumalo says:

    My favourite of yours by far. One of the best I have read in a long time. It took me to many places and temperatures, above and below. It is wonderful to enjoy another poet’s rhythm instinctively. Epic. Sublime. πŸ™‚

    • good morning Nomzi, and ty for showering so much kindness on me today. i was debating all week whether i would illustrate this poem with a drawing, but i was enjoying the pure beauty of words alone to paint the picture i thought better of it.

      • Nomzi Kumalo says:

        Personally, poems tend to breathe better alone. But then again I am old school in so many ways. Anyhow, I loved it. Have a great week. πŸ™‚

      • oh i understand Nomzi, there are poems i feel that way too, like this one. but sometimes i like including the source that
        inspired the poem, the music and or image to create a more encompassing, multi layered experience. i can see however
        how a classically trained poet might frown on taking that liberty, but i’ve always been a bit of a rule bender…lol! i feel
        very strongly in letting poetry breathe, stand awhile and be savored and it’s why i have begun posting less frequently.
        i have a habit of coming back to read someone’s poetry days after it’s posted, something you’ll find i’ll do with your poetry.

      • Nomzi Kumalo says:

        That is what makes your blog special. It is authentic and it is harmonious and your last poem is so alive. πŸ™‚
        Now that is a good idea. I think I will also be posting less frequently. Let my poems be for a while…I will see how it goes…Thank you once more for your time and your support. You are a star. πŸ™‚

  3. I love the feel, the rhythm, the flow. I love the fight I feel coming from you within to push through and carry on towards spring. Truly one of your best, Dear Friend! I love picturing you with the windows down waving your fist and moving on down the road, Lots of “loves” because I just loved it. πŸ™‚ ((sending hugs your way))

    • {{{{ hugs felt }}}] and ty so much Sky, what an abundance of love and compliments from you to begin the day. and you captured every iota of what i was trying to convey too. how lucky am i to have a friend like you?

  4. just beautiful….i know that talon grip.

  5. ritaroberts says:

    From this Poem so beautifully penned we can paint our own picture exactly. Thank you.

  6. markrenney2 says:

    Your behind the wheel word paintings are incredible. ‘frayed and weary along its steely margins’ – I see your whole journey.

  7. C.C. says:

    “I invite the viper wind to hiss his last stinging breaths on my skin”—the imagery is so rich that I can almost feel the sting of those last breaths of wind before he dies out and spring arrives. Gorgeous.

    • hi CC and ty so much, what gift it is to receive such a wonderful reaction to something i’ve written. it’s an inspiration to write and share another poem, i really appreciate you being here, hope you have a great day!

  8. Miranda Stone says:

    I think most of us can relate to the determined hope in this poem! It felt as though spring finally arrived here yesterday, and the first crocuses have appeared in the yard. Old Man Winter doesn’t seem to be done with us yet, though. My favorite lines of this lovely poem are:

    like memories echoing down narrow windowed canyon walls

    a slow whitened silhouette a blur above rooftops,

    entrails across the smoke dark shroud of sky.

    Simply beautiful, my friend.

    • oh what i would give to see crocus again Miranda. and this poem might have been a tad premature, we are scheduled for snow at this point i’m hanging on by my fingernails…..

      ty for your kindness Miranda, i really do appreciate your input.

  9. Mary says:

    Beautiful writing as my imagination takes over.

  10. SirenaTales says:

    I am making gestures with my hands and torso to try to find the words-too bad you can’t see :). Suffice it to say I LOVE the visceral quality to this poem of epic struggle, and how you’ve evocatively called upon a number of elements to make the reader feel that quality. E.g. vivid and dramatic imagery like “entrails,” “carnivorous” and “talon grip;” sensuous word choice with “colossal,” “invigorated,” “shroud, ” “hissing;” and that last unforgettable, painterly picture, windows down, heading home, you and your hair a tangle of hope and heart. Bravo. Xoxo

    • Chloe, it still amazes me how much i learn about my own poetry from reactions such as yours. the last stanza was an almost desperate attempt to find a suitable ending to this poem, i wasn’t sure it was definitive enough but apparently it hit a chord with folks. and yes, i can imagine you standing, gesturing in vain to find the words ( and it tells me so much ), i do the same. i’m half italian so it’s in my blood lol,
      you’re a dancer, and it might be the highest compliment you have ever given me that my words inspired your movement. ty dear Chloe.

  11. yelena says:

    this is truly beautiful and so poetic as always your writings are. sorry i was absent from commenting/reading due to stress and lack of time, glad to be back πŸ™‚ hope you’re having joyful spring days filled with light and smiles, my friend, sending best wishes your way~

    • YELENA! it’s so wonderful to see your new Gravatar on my pages, i like it! sweet poetess, i honestly thought you had given up on WP, and i am sorry you’ve had your struggles. stress is an awful thing, if i can ask did you finally move out of the city?

      ty very much for your kindness, and i wish i could tell you our spring is as lovely as it should be, but Winter will not leave. it’s like an unwanted house guest, it just won’t take the hint that it’s just not wanted here anymore…lol!

  12. Very freeing and stirring to the senses. I’m in the seat next to you with leaning out the window with my eyes closed! Love this ❀

  13. Here’s hoping it releases it’s grip soon. I have to comment on that last stanza. Perfect closing…I could “see” you. Made me smile πŸ™‚

  14. What is going on? What happened to you? We al wonder if you are okay. Thinking about you. Melanie and I talk about you and wish we knew that you and your family were well. ❀

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