Filigree (poem) by Axilea MU on AuthorsDen

Filigree
by Axilea MU → (All Poetry by Axilea MU)
Rated "G" by the Author.

Save


I Feel Filigree bodies I come To Listen to the complaint Of life above the leaves Bees and changing colors Living bronze That Fascinates to be To propagate And I find The place where she wrote sonnets In a dress of countryside prints Feathery butterflies In spring Appropriately Well-bred Creature of wit Cultivated With her gold cross Frail neck And a smile Gentle Just spiky enough To keep them interested but Gentle Educated hunters beg to conquer Reproduction oriented On hills for gentlemen On hidden testosterone With their charming manners Centuries change And I lie here Our sensitive antennae Meet... Lilly Beetles and May Bugs Soldier beetles with tough shields On the grass The battlefield Where I looked past Their shining elytra To see real wings And I found "No, no, not interested" The epitome of a lie.

Reviewed by Linda Law

Reviewed on July 2, 2008

Very good. The words made me want to keep reading... lindalaw

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on June 11, 2008

Axilea: here's an oldie of a movie for you to rent--"Summer Magic"--there's a fabulous song in it called "The Ugly Bug Ball"--charming! And this poem reminds me of it. This is buzzing and fluttering with excitement and flirtations. I'm fascinated by these lines: "And I lie here Our sensitive antennae Meet..." and then, once you see their real wings, "No, no, not interested"

That is soooo life! Don't some folks get all gussied up to meet people-make friends-have relationships--but heaven forbid others see who they really are! Shy away! Run! They see you! --Tragic life for a simple ladybug. So, she goes home, polishes up her pretty spots, waxes her antenae, and out she goes again... --Charlie

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on June 9, 2008

Ethereal, surreal, great metaphor. Liz

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Like the shadowing through a lacy doily, the beauty of this write resides in what is inferred and suggested, underpinning the airy filigree wings of words selected to delicately cast this scenescape. As a Brit, this is suggestive to me of Tudor times and heavy with the scent of iconic religious overtones and its shades of surreality. I love how the insects, by their very names, take on this kind of significance. Great closure, amply borne out by the quality of the body of the poem. TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

wow..an exceptional write to say the least..much talent here..
Blessings,

vesna .)

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on June 8, 2008

I love your style, very ethereal and other-worldly.

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

This is so beautifully, creatively and uniquely written - your talent brilliantly shines forth in this piece (my fellow lover of all-Rumi).

Reviewed by Art Hernandez

your thoughts are beyond the norm of expressions...they drive us to find more than just words...

very nice Axilea...

Art Sun...

Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)

Reviewed on June 6, 2008

echo of John below...a beautiful allegory. . .. deftly spun.
ness

Reviewed by John Leko

...brilliant metaphor...to be found in the nature of this excellent write...becomes gold.
John

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Love the way you danced us through the nature trail of little insects and how will they methaphorinze into love and relationships...also great crash ending.
hugs
fee

Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)

Beautiful poetry composed and read like a symphony. Well Done! Deborah

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Wonderful metaphors in this beautiful work.

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

You forge forward gently & beautifully _ evol Ted

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Axilea,

Can reality be hidden so well that we are never meant to see just what is real? Your metaphors are outstanding. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

VERY NICE, I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on June 5, 2008

Everything that flies in Filigree depends on the condition to survive, both human and insect...metaphors float as gentle as the ornamental wings of a butterfly...this poetry is compensation for what didn't happen, Axilea...

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Fine small details used beautifully to create a large canvas
John