Is it normal to be envious of the clouds? This mother thinks so. Especially when long winter days loom ahead. If you feel inspired by Peruvian artist, Jose De La Barra’s vivid work, please join me in penning some brevity, 50 words or less, perhaps on your own personal breakthrough.
Happy Tuesday!
No Matter the Season
No matter the season,
untanned clouds sunbathe on high,
mounded nudes,
pale flesh against a blue terry cloth sky.
And like the soft indent of petals
searching for a stream,
no wind or rain or thunderstorm
dare disturb their fertile dreams.
For the bearers of all life
lie still,
slumbering.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
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Cool poem, I like the image too. ❤️
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Thank you, John. Those lazy sunbathing clouds are taking up all the sky real estate today.
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You’re welcome, K. ☺️
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Beautiful writing. I was delighted to enjoy your verses and it brings to my memory the image of the sleeping beauty in Tingo Maria, Peru.
I do not know if you heard of it or in any case you can find it by Google and see photos or videos of it.
Fraternal greetings from afar.
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Thank you, kindly for reading my poem and connecting with me. I look forward into discovering more about Tingo Maria. Many thanks for the recommendation. Rainy day research is my favorite. Warm regards, K.
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And if you knew about the rains falling on sleeping beauty in Tingo Maria, you would be enchanted by the place. And if you feel any curiosity I can tell you that almost three hours away from the sleeping beauty is the Pillko Mozo, constantly observing her. Here I was able to find a summary of the legend.
THE PILLCO MOZO – LEGEND OF PERU [HUÁNUCO].
Legend has it that a young man named Cunyag fell madly in love with the beautiful princess Pillco Huayta, who was the daughter of the valiant curaca Achapuri Inquil Tupac.
Their love for each other was so intense that they ended up loving each other, despite their social differences. But when the father found out about this relationship, he became so angry that he forbade this love. The young people resisted the idea and fled to Nunash and sought refuge.
When Achaupuri found out, he decided to go for them, forming a great army, when Cunyag, found out what was happening, he instructed Pillco Huayta to flee and to give notice to the Chupaychos, while he and his people would resist him.
Great was the surprise of Cunyang, when seeing that the army of the curaca was commanded by the Amaru (winged serpent). When Cunyang saw what was happening, he fled desperately to his village, but Amaru flew immediately and turned him into stone. And while he was contemplating his people from the heights of Marabamba, he felt that slowly his body was transformed into stone, when he felt this, he shouted with all his strength so that Pillco fled into the jungle.
The Amaru, turned his face towards the jungle, rose in light flight and when he found the princess on the banks of a mighty river, he sentenced her to become an enormous mountain.
Today, we can appreciate these two figures in eternal rest: Pillco Mozo, in Huanuco and Pillco Huayta (Sleeping Beauty), in Tingo Maria.
Fraternal greetings.
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I must say I’ve never thought of clouds in that way; I’m going to dash outside now and have a look 🙂 I love the idea of clouds slumbering and having fertile dreams 🙂
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Those child bearing clouds gave birth here today. This painting really brought me to these reposed nude clouds. I think know when I see a cumulous, I will see an expectant mother catching some rays.
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beautiful; you certainly have the poetic mind 🙂
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An enjoyable read, K. “blue terry cloth sky” – nice description.
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Thank you kindly, Michelle. Feels just about right these days. For me, it’s the warmer the better.
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You are welcome, K. You would fair well in my state!🏜️ I enjoy traveling north and cooling off. 😁
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These were beautiful verses, K! Especially:
‘And like the soft indent of petals
searching for a stream,
no wind or rain or thunderstorm
dare disturb their fertile dreams.’ – wonderful enchanting poetry here. ❤
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Thank you, Tom. That stanza felt natural, so I’m glad you found it pleasing. 💜
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Wonderful writing, K. Here’s my weekly contribution.
I lay in wait
calming my spirit, and mind
seeds unadorned
spend time
securely in my heart
shifting
energies
from callous hands
dripping with fever tense
and moist
with tears remorse
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That dormant season does allow us a certain pause that your words really capture. Thank you for writing alongside me. These wise words of a season worth the waiting. 💜
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A pause, yes, I think so too. Peaceful and serene. You’re welcome, K; and, thank you. I wouldn’t miss it. 💜
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Dear
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