This prose poem is dedicated to that magnifique intellectual and poet par excellence, John Walter. Some of the lines in this piece came from a comment I left at his moving poem, Nepenthe. It's also dedicated to my close confidant, Kaj, who received this prose poem as a voice mail message when he didn't answer his Treo, and for which I was generously thanked. Thank you, such beautiful men...
And to Sky, whose photographs and writing of the flowers in her garden inspired the imagery of the last paragraph, so sumptuous they ebulliently began blossoming over here.
Early March 2007, Toronto
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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i am glad our garden inspired your images. we eagerly await its stunning beauty. life beneath the surface now stirs, breaking the earth and sending forward long, green shoots. some carry buds which are beginning to raise their small faces toward the sun. now we can see the difference even 24 hours make. i am drawn to it like a magnet in my daily observations.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, brenda, this poem of contrasts. solid, massive, cold containment shifts to broken shreds and shards, then finally flows in the warm sun's light where solid shifts to liquid, mixing oils and scents and colors into sensual energy and spring.
we do have a tendency, often, to feel more contained, more singular in our perspective, less willing to "open" in winter. then spring arrives and beckons (seduces?) us with color and fragrance and warmth, with fluttering wings in bright skies, to join the magic - and we do!
happy belated birthday. i have been dealing with medical issues and away from blogland lately. it was nice to find this upon my return.
A beautiful, unfolding thaw!
ReplyDeleteHappy belated birthday from me, too.
Sky, you come and leave tantalizing, fecund poetry for me! You are a garden bursting all over the page! My comment box overfloweth!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, dear Sky. Your garden most beautiful. And I hope the medical issues are resolved into health. xo
e_journeys, most gracious thanks, my dear virtual friend. xo