I'd been piecing old photos
With journal entries
Year’s back-
My mind became clouded
As my throat tightened ..
And I thought, if only?
Just then, I'd turned into my road
While the low lying grass
Leaned into the wind
That morning,
Took our dog away...
Yet flowers rosy and clustered
Caught my eye
They swayed, above my windshield
From the end of a branch
Just like a vine further on,
The breeze had lifted-
Each petal and limb
Over that stone wall
Well now I'm sitting here
While the rains softly falling
An the cherry perfume for the bath
Keeps wafting through the room
My life's
Been slow to bloom
And this world..
It can turn you to stone-
So I'll take mine with salt
Once mingled with blood
That I may fly again too
Far above these walls
Living though dying...
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19 comments:
That's some photograph. Is there a story to it?
Beautiful poem and the photo is gripping.
I love the words "My life's
Been slow to bloom, And this world..
It can turn you to stone-"
But your words, Regina, always take flight off the page.
Wow. That last stanza is powerful and deeply moving. Especially "living though dying..."
I can feel the yearning and melancholy in this poem...beautiful.
P.S. I love Eva Cassidy -- it was nice to hear her voice on your blog. :~)
Life can be hard, and that hardness can dull our senses. This is so sensitive, though, so open to all the world has to offer.
gina, again beautiful insights. Sad and yet full of hope. Lovely! Eaton. :)
This really spoke to me tonight, thank you.
Hi Regina, this is a neat poem. At first I thought it was a journey through the woods but towards the end I see it as symbolic of events happening in our lives. Then the last is specifically yours,
" ... world...It can turn you to stone-
So I'll take mine with salt,"
means to me you won't let it get you down as you won't take it that seriously.
Just let it happen, and perhaps 'fly away.'
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BTW, I thought I left you a note early this morning. I don't see it, it was about my BIG SPLIT peom. That was about things that happened 39 years ago. The strongest thing left to remind me is the stiffled sob when I sigh. That all started 39 years ago.
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Powerful - and an amazing photo.
Nice work.."if only" we could, somehow avoid the farewells.
Your last stanza clenched my heart
Powerful image and words! Valuable insight...
Dear Regina Marie--
Lovely poetry, and I love the poet of the goat (?)carcass, being brought back to the earth. Lovely...
I too love Eva Cassidy. Talk about a loss...what a gift and what a loss her short life was.
Thanks for this--
My life's
Been slow to bloom
And this world..
It can turn you to stone-
So I'll take mine with salt
Once mingled with blood
That I may fly again too
Far above these walls
Living though dying...
Get out of my head! Death is all about life, as one can never exist without the other ... in such a case, a farewell is like a gift from the Creator!
Life truly is a mix of so many feelings and experiences, you remind me of the depths with your poem~
Thanks for these awesome comments...Jim, I'm sure you found my comment on your bloggy (I posted another too)..thanks-
Ya, most of you I've been able to respond on your site though not necessarily to this??
Dave, I came across this sheep in the mountains and thought it fit sort of well..his death contrasted against the surroundings of a fibrant green and living vegetation. Thanks for the read-
Beth..isn't that true..her life was taken so soon. I always appreciated the fact she never looked to being a star or famous..thanks for stopping by again-
Hi there Amias, I appreciate your comments..your so right-
My best regards Tammie Lee-
"My life's
Been slow to bloom
And this world..
It can turn you to stone-"
I love those lines- so very true indeed...beautiful poem
the yearning and the melancholy_
so well expressed..
that is a stunning photograph! And the poem is beautiful. Thank you for visiting my blog! I'll be following you and your lovely work.
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