forsythia, my dear, my consort cast out upon the land a golden plume a golden mane the stirring locks of ostara herself harbinger of spring message received for you are truly born of the stars from your roots rise sunrise up upon this earth- rejoice! spring’s sweet songs do awaken.
for spring is a procession of progression– cherry blossoms bathe the path in white to lavender and all manners up to purple, urban planning has them lining the streets in rows like a royal parade celebrating victory over the great winter – for at least a time, and short lived they will fall like confetti littering the street on the day after, the daffodils, holding golden cups sky-upward ready to brim with the coming rains, those same rains will flatten them as they nourish the rest of the surely coming green flourish, the ramps, onion cousins, or maybe garlic uncles, no, more like tiny onions, their chive clump headdress pokes through looking like unruly fits of grass, spring onions – yes, they are known to check in with such a name in certain establishments, the arcs of forsythia, golden arches with no drive thru, inspired in such golden rod as to make midas blush, the mornings are filling with song and sun, Ostara winks as her womb births the dawn of hope, and so I do, spring is hope, hope is spring, and then the worn hot complacency of summer sets in, burns out all the green, and then the world must sleep once more to regain, to regenerate, to be born once again – better to enjoy this now, the colors, the procession, the daily progress of life bursting to be seen, yes, take in the scene.
for upon your children’s children a parade of red roses ash blows the sky for generations remain locked beneath in shallow graves foundation of bone fire on the feet countless clock hands clap a breath, a clasp moment a heart, a beat to pulse sweet blood on track how the world eye remains fixed a glorious host the vessel of birth the cradle that serves the ending desires of the natural way of all that may be expanding one day collapsing the cycle of near infinity loops back upon your children’s children a procession of possession travel on for as long as time will permit as time shall exist
notes… I will let this one stand alone, it was one of those that I say “wrote itself” for whatever that is worth, your thoughts on the matter are always appreciated…
“as I close my eyes to dream might I become the song of a bird to race out upon the breeze and find comfort to nest in the ear of a child and conjure forth a smile of innocent wonder”
notes… reincarnation in a thought, I would hope to have an impact, or at least create something positive, I also wanted this to read in a certain way, in waves, up and down, it works for me, but hey, that isn’t real critique, I hope it works for you…
might I be aware and enjoy the warm rays bright bouquets against the seas one more time upon the waves that carry my soul away to some other place I hope to some other place I pray
notes… maybe my first “prayer” poem that I wrote since I started writing again (ahem, this blog)… this is actually from april (looking through some of my now old stuff), kind of sums up the vibe I am going for at times, waves, and things repeating because life is like that in so many ways…
love is on a flight, on wing what is this feeling I had known to forget all in the sudden all possible seems to reveal and in my heart revel ’tis true! hearths know their purpose tend the fire still even from the silence of neglect the bricks reflect coals dancing again pulsing in radiance pulsing in the rekindling of spirit
notes: I wrote this back in March, altered a little bit tonight I must admit (wink), my mind works strange, thanks for all reads and eyes, I only hope to light a light because I am only here so long, and can encourage others to thrive!
pasture and lawn reprieve: for now I see verdant swaths risen up from fallow flocks the world has turned to bloom life rides forward toward inevitable doom casting seeds upon the whim land and cone over the ground within carry on, to catch the sun oh dear mother, carry on
notes… written in my car 5/4 (yeah Star Wars day ya geeks…), rewritten tonight (I did make changes), here is the original as written (I want to be honest and show my true process):
pasture and lawn reprieve: for now I see verdant swaths risen up from fallow flocks the world has turned to bloom and life roars forward against that inevitable doom casting seeds upon the whim land and cone over the ground within carry on, to catch the sun oh dear mother, carry on
so the thrust of the poem is the same but I like my changes, it more reflects what I wanted to convey.
I have a thing for the Kiwi nation, I find it fascinating from a biological perspective as well as culturally (specifically the Maori people). I have a collection of poems dedicated to this subject (with links and explanations as there are specific aspects of Maori culture/mythology I am directly talking about here)… here is one I wrote more semi-recently however (man time flies)…
“the spirit shore” 6.1.18
a journey starts one completes
diving off from upon the peak
to the homeland
in the sea
glancing back to those alive
“Thrive! Thrive! Thrive!
I will see you again
my brothers –
in due time”
music ? (as if I would forget to proselytize with my musical vibes)
not many people have the balls to attempt this… and too be honest Eric is technically a better player than Jimi (much cleaner note for note) but Jimi was instinct, he was fire (and pure inspire), so to say one is better or not is a bit unfair to both, two different things, I can admire both for different reasons and different feelings.
notes… a mix of metaphor and some science thrown in for good measure, in a way I am juxtaposing the great extinction of the dinosaurs against the coming extinction… well, of us? or everything else? something to think about… (although I know the earth will be fine, she will silently outlive us all.. rise and fall… maybe even another whole genus of hominids (or talking upright donkeys with wings – pegassus ?) will rise after we are wiped out by ourselves or something else)
da’ music… I am going to go softball and toss an obvious one here…
notes… we all have tried to lure the birds, some are cautious, some are courageous, we pretend to think they understand us… but they are just trying to survive… how different are we… who is tossing us crumbs ?
also.. this is me being kind of haiku-ish in mode but not form. Total kudos to those who like the constraint, I’m not wired that way.
and for no reason… just posting one of the most underrated songs of the “grunge” (ugh that hurts me to type…) age.