Listen as the wilds blow
Hear the fires sear
Courage of the fragile
Flickers reappear
Five hundred on the lifetime
Ignited in a flash
Twisted nest of cinnamin
Flame the ashes past
Red and golden flutter
Mark the hands of time
Phoenix feathers on the stroke
Rising on the wind
pax
A
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Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2007
I love the sound, form and rhythm of this piece Anita. The Phoenix will always rise from the ashes -even in death, there is rebirth. May the Phoenix always flourish. Outstanding!
~Butch
You ask us to "Listen" and so, I hear... the flickers, the wind, the falling ash, and a stroke of feathers...and time is passing...Can you hear it?
Wonderful all the way around, Anita~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2007
A, even without the history lesson on the Phoenix, this poem is outstanding. Great imagery.
debra
Reviewed by Jacqueline Marshall (Reader)
Reviewed on January 21, 2007
I like that you wrote from the actual lore of the Phoenix, and the poem loses no magic or mystery because of it. The last verse leaves me with a stunning image. JM
i've always loved the legend of the phoenix, dearest anita... and i don't call it a myth, because the power to rise from one's own ashes is very real, and i've encountered it in many real stories, in many real lives. this poem is strikingly beautiful... and it is wonderful to see such magnificent feathers rising again!
lots of love & {{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
Nature's alarm clock sounds. Majestic, esoteric wingspan of life stirring at the yawning stroke of dawn. Mounting up and merging with the kindred spirit of the wind already in full flight with sister time.
Fires the imagination with all sorts of possibilities!
In ancient Egyptian mythology and in myths derived from it, the phoenix or phœnix is a mythical sacred firebird.
Said to live for 500 or 1461 years (depending on the source), the phoenix is a bird with beautiful gold and red plumage. At the end of its life-cycle the phoenix builds itself a nest of cinnamon twigs that it then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix arises. The new phoenix embalms the ashes of the old phoenix in an egg made of myrrh and deposits it in the Egyptian city of Heliopolis ("the city of the sun" in Greek). The bird was also said to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe, thus being almost immortal and invincible — a symbol of fire and divinity.
"Five hundred on the lifetime" is mysterious and eludes me. Kind of a mystical stew here Anita. It sounds great spoken aloud. Hope the garden is beginning to grow again.
You have lured out of my safe abode and now I know not where I am.
Nice Write. It is one of those open ended things. Could mean different things to different people.
God Bless,
Lew
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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~Butch
peace be with you
William
Regis
Wonderful all the way around, Anita~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
debra
Take care,
Sherry
Love Tinka
lots of love & {{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
Fires the imagination with all sorts of possibilities!
Aye, it's a fine bit o' verse indeed, hen.
Cheerie an' drasta
Dai
Hope this helps
In ancient Egyptian mythology and in myths derived from it, the phoenix or phœnix is a mythical sacred firebird.
Said to live for 500 or 1461 years (depending on the source), the phoenix is a bird with beautiful gold and red plumage. At the end of its life-cycle the phoenix builds itself a nest of cinnamon twigs that it then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix arises. The new phoenix embalms the ashes of the old phoenix in an egg made of myrrh and deposits it in the Egyptian city of Heliopolis ("the city of the sun" in Greek). The bird was also said to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe, thus being almost immortal and invincible — a symbol of fire and divinity.
Yur bud ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Nice Write. It is one of those open ended things. Could mean different things to different people.
God Bless,
Lew
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
when it falls, it will rise again.
Beautiful write!!!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Susan
Well done my friend. The phoenix shall rise again.