Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Star

There is a waxy glow
where the air burns blue
A breeze, blowing in fragments of dreams

I reach for the hand covered in sap
Her name is Anise, a head full of felted knots
She carries a jar filled with star light and the sound between the trees

On a blanket we stretch our hearts open
our vision, mixing up the sky
Pieces of harmony sticking to our skin

She tells me of the time
when the world will cover in glass
of the cold blown wind

In her palm, she holds a little girl
struggling in the dark with an open umbrella
the kind of rain that whispers in some other world

From an Empress tree, I pick a heart-shaped leaf, place it in her palm
The little girl takes a seat, we sprinkle in carnation pink, light leniency,
camellia white, Anise lifts the fog

I hold her hand in the skim of the glow
Where apricots melt into plums
I kiss the tongue of love

25 comments:

  1. There is so much imagery and colour in your writing..it does not bury the darkness..the sorrow..or hold onto it..it's like sharing..opening a hand..beautiful..a glowing star..Jae

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    1. Thank you, Jae. Without the dark there is no substance for light, like an equal share. I was happy to find the star in your story too. It does try hard and at times it tires too. :)

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  2. Awww...this was such a lovely, gentle read.
    Loved this:
    'On a blanket we stretch our hearts open'
    Open hearts are so able to love and be loved. Beautiful.

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    1. Yes, accepting and willing. Thank you. :)

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  3. Beautiful: calls to mind the first fireflies and all the magic of midsummer!

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    1. Hi Jen! Good to see you! Yes fireflies and magic, my thoughts were on solstice and enjoying the summer!

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  4. RYN: Thank you for visiting me, for the lovely comments too. If your daughter has four older brothers, they will always keep an eye on her. I smiled when I read she is high spirited. It means she lives her life to the full, already! LOL
    It's a pleasure getting to know a little about you and your world. Your writing is lovely.

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    1. Thanks for coming by again, Bren! As for the little girl, she has no choice, I'm just glad that she has given in. Yes, the boys are already quite protective, they relieve me. :)

      Thank you for sharing these thoughts with me. Your writing is also very lovely. I'm happy to share ideas in this place. Be in touch!

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  5. Just beautiful. Love this, especially: "She carries a jar filled with star light and the sound between the trees"
    This line makes me indescribably happy. ;)

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    1. Thanks for sharing that with me, De. Her presence makes me happy too!

      I loved your words on the 'blue-hued heart' today. :)

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  6. Thanks for stopping by my blog...so glad I wandered your direction!

    Love the lines:

    On a blanket we stretch our hearts open
    our vision, mixing up the sky
    Pieces of harmony sticking to our skin

    Absolutely beautiful!

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    1. Thank you, Paula. I'm glad that I stumbled your way too!

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  7. there is some lovely surreal magic in this...love the description...Her name is Anise, a head full of felted knots
    She carries a jar filled with star light and the sound between the trees....beautiful write...

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    1. Thanks Brian. She shows up in necessary ways with gifts to offer and makes me remember things. :)

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  8. I love that the words you write are echoes of the readers senses. How well they lure us in and seduce us with passionate kisses.

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    1. I feel water when I write and want others to swim with me.
      :-)

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  9. Oh yes. This is delicious. Love these:

    "There is a waxy glow
    where the air burns blue"

    "She carries a jar filled with star light and the sound between the trees"

    "In her palm, she holds a little girl
    struggling in the dark with an open umbrella
    the kind of rain that whispers in some other world"

    "in the skim of the glow
    Where apricots melt into plums
    I kiss the tongue of love"

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    1. Thanks for coming by, Shawna. I'm glad you enjoyed!

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  10. "A head full of felted knots" :)) How delightful!
    I'm still smiling :D

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    1. The girl makes me feel fuzzy. :) Glad you're smiling. :D

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  11. Definitely a touch of fey about this. I did have one question... What is a 'felted knot'?

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