Monday, August 6, 2012

Cherry Blossom Seeds

In the early melody of morning
a string of amethyst ribbons
around the pine fire ring
Birth seeds and a song steals
what the bright bird sees
A cloud passes without delay
silent wounds hover over head

Bits of bad news, stained in paper
cut across a blown sky
in the east, the winter seed blooms
A cold fold of flesh
hangs in glass, bent sideways
retracing the whispers
left behind from rain

A lonely sight settles under a madrona tree
peeling red bark away in thin sheets
leaving silver satin skin
at an infectious height
In the west, cups are filling
with ample water
holding the world clear

I cut a piece of cloth and a shred of hair
place it inside the bowl
where a red rose blooms
Their pain will dry in ice and stone
birth seeds the ones who are left to fly
This night is mine for dance
a smile falls from the sky

Written for Shawna's Poetic Words List
Shared at dVerse Poets on Open Link Night

29 comments:

  1. love that bit of magic there in the last stanza to ease their suffering...great language too early on to set the tone of the piece....and the release at the end as well to smiles and dance is wonderful...smiles.

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    1. Makes it that much easier to heal, with a smile and a dance. Thank you, Brian. :)

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  2. Wow, this is gorgeous:
    "a string of amethyst ribbons
    around the pine fire ring"

    "a song steals
    what the bright bird sees" ... Hmmm, good or bad? I'm not sure. :)

    "silent wounds hover over head" ... Oh, definitely bad.

    "A cold fold of flesh
    hangs in glass" ... I love this, although it is creepy. :)

    "holding the world clear" ... No easy task, I'm sure.

    "Their pain will dry in ice and stone" ... Oh thank goodness you are magic and can make our pain go away. Let the spell-casting commence and the sky-smiles fall. :)

    Lovely work, as always, Archna. I enjoy your magic and mystical weavings every time I visit. You certainly have the amethyst touch.

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    1. Thanks, you. I loved this list, I could have kept going and used up all of the words. Anyway, I'm just happy that you are still passing them out. xo

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  3. Each of us will interpret this in our own way. I like to visit your work because you take me on a journey I would not go by myself, show me things I could not see without you and experience emotions that make me shiver with joy.

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    1. My gosh, what a lovely thing to say. Thank you so much and I'm so happy that you carry on this way with me. :)

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  4. You have described the words so vividly ... loved it :-)

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  5. Such wonderful imagery you bring to each verse. Like the play with magic and wonder all the way through, nicely done by you!

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    1. It's hard for me to avoid the magic, glad that you enjoyed, Pat!

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  6. Lovely! Little thorns of sadness and gloom mingling with leaflets of warmth and gaiety..
    Seasons into the subsequent..and thus goes on the wheel of organic existence, that which we call life..

    I love the way you've woven the words here.. simply magical!!

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    1. Hi, thanks so much for reading so closely. :)

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  7. Loved all of this but that last stanza is just so... perfect in every way that it can be. Sad that the news wasn't good and that there are wounds to heal.

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  8. Lovely colors and images here...I specially like the last stanza ~ Magical write ~

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  9. From the beginning , the morning holds warning and tension, so the first hint of a guardian spirit is refreshing, a relief:
    "In the west, cups are filling
    with ample water
    holding the world clear"
    Something about the seeds, so much seething and new birth. . . . Is it deer eating and peeling the bark? "They" must heal and you lay out the magic for healing in the last stanza--the cloth, the hair, the bowl, the water, the rose--the mood lifts, but what happened? I don't know, but I love the dropped smile, the night of dance.

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    1. Duh . . .It's the cherry blossoms and seeds!?

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    2. You are so funny, I love your comments, Susan. I used the east and the west as a symbol of inequality, bad news and lives being held out to view and on the other end, the abundance of clarity and water.

      Yes, seeding and awakening...cherry blossoms are beautiful and I also thought about a Japanese uprising, the Cherry Blossom Society. I guess it all mixed together for a swaying mood...Thanks so much for your thoughts. :)

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  10. Did you see these new word lists?

    http://flipsiderecords.wordpress.com/2012/08/07/going-away-present/

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    1. Oh, this is awesome, you are such a lovely friend. And thanks for pointing it out to me also. :) I just fell behind for a couple of days, I really need to catch up on visiting others instead of writing. School is right around the corner for my little ones so that means I need to get organized, I may be a little less present here. I promise not to disappear. ♥

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  11. This poem is wide open for interpretation, and I love it. Everyone has their own view of seeds, whether it's human seed or a seed of an idea or actual plantables... There is a kind of random beauty to this write that really got to me. Thanks so much for writing it, and thanks for stopping by my blog! Peace, Amy

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    1. Amy, thanks so much for your kind words. :) I will surely visit you again!

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  12. beautiful imagery and you've written with a delicate
    hand how mother nature is a soul quenching angel.
    love the slivers of color.

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    1. Thank you, sweetie. I will visit and catch up with you soon. :)

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  13. in the east, the winter seed blooms
    A cold fold of flesh
    hangs in glass, bent sideways
    retracing the whispers
    left behind from rain



    I love this portion!!! The bump cold/fold makes me smile and the image of an early spring encased by a late cold snap...the glass of ice....


    In it's entirety...loved it Archna!!! :)

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    1. Hi Hannah! Love the way you see it! Thanks so much!!!

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