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the grove of the three days
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Dearest friends, Please accept, through this poem, my heartfelt wishes, to each and all of you, of a fecund Third Day – regardless of the name under which you may celebrate it, and even if you do not celebrate it under any particular name, but simply as one more day of flowers and spring, or of fruits and autumn, in the other hemisphere – or, anywhere, perchance as one more day of poetry, and thus of creation. To those who may wonder about the title – “the grove of the three days” is my humble, personal perception of a natural Wholeness, symbolized by a grove in which death and rebirth, entailing its synonyms and antonyms of sufferance and deliverance, of darkness and of light, of end and of beginning, of “passion” and “requiem” and “hallelujah”, is a naturally expected, then welcomed, and thus, attained sequence – consummating itself… and us. (Art by Fernando Ureña Rib)

the grove of the three days it is heavily pregnant with all the lightness of grace, and tastes of hushed songs upon the lips, the petals - this calm quiver, rustling the colours of the grove. time has come, and fruitfulness, ripened in each breath, edges, cradled in warm poise of hands, as green as leaved hopes - towards consummation. synonyms, antonyms, seep through, infused and infusing the layers of air, of now and of then, around flesh and boughs – and now is swathed in dusky, purple folds of naked pain, so that, in a gush, as vivid as passion, as scarlet as blood, deliverance – then – may claim its hour, as purely pink as newborn skin, or soul of dawn. the infinite, now – the fruit, imbibed, and yet the seed within, from its end begins again – and then rises, with all the lightness of grace and the taste of glorious songs, as purely white as newborn blossoms, or soul of light, from the ground, sated, of the grove - on the third day. © 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)

Reviewed on April 10, 2007

Dear Xuxa,

This poem is a celebration for the soul.

I like to read it like this:
one line or stanza at a time,
then, closing my eyes to
envision myself there within the moment,
then opening my eyes to read the next
stanza or line and closing them, again,
to let all my senses absorb the beauty.

The Easter message could not be portrayed more wonderfully than this.

You are one remarkable poet!

Love,
Joseph

Reviewed by Margo Snyder

Reviewed on April 8, 2007

Very Beautiful. Margo

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on April 6, 2007

This is so beautiful. I love your take " the grove of the three days"
it's inspiring to say the least. You are so very gifted and I'm thankful
for the good fortune to read your works.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

I was filled with a delightful hopefulness after reading this dear Alexandra. As always, your ability to "see" beyond the surfaces of the mundane is compelling and imaginative. You are truly a rare one of a kind flower. A blessed third day to you!

Peace and Blessings and Light ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

and then rises, with all the lightness of grace
and the taste of glorious songs, as purely
white as newborn blossoms, or soul of
light, from the ground, sated, of the grove
- on the third day.

Extremely lovely, Alexandra, and a most joyous Easter to you and Joseph.

Reviewed by Leland Waldrip

Symbols of spring's awakening. Beautifully expressed. And the artwork has a nice twist to it.
Love and springy {{{{{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}},
Leland

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Stunning dear Alexandra in its beauty and breath. It stretches the minds perspective and allows us to look at the birth and rebirth of what you hold dear. Very well done.

Fee

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Alexandra,

This. Is. POETRY. I got lost in the grove of beautiful lines and imagery: and that ending stanza: W o W! Your best, yet!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.