If being sentimental is a sign of poor character, I'm in worse trouble than I thought. Case in point: when I detoured into the woods after checking the mail to visit a little cedar that, unable to accept that a backing vehicle had killed it, I had propped up and duct-taped together. And, lo and behold, it had filled out and gained
height. So what did I do? I cried. But it's one of babies, y'know? Of course you do. You are good people!! Love, Pea
Nothing to do with the poem I am posting. Just tellin' it like it is.
Is IS
Such a lonely place,
Dark Night of the Soul.
Cross a shaky bridge, then pay
Tolls gouge a bottomless hole.
Such a frightening place.
Detour dizzies, grade's so steep.
Hairpin turns, waste in the way.
Brakes don't work, can't see.
Such a crowded place.
Ghosts created by fate's twists.
Sad and angry, you turn away
The living. All you see is mist.
It is a tortoise's pace place.
More you hurry, slower you go.
All you want is to get to Grace.
But the road appears to be closed.
It is a pass-through kind of place
For those who allow enough time.
Those who say, Just stay in Faith,
Are stuck in the vicinity of Deny?
It is rock and a hard place place,
But it is near Kind and Understanding.
Doubt is a bridge to Faith, so pray.
Alive a good street. Stay off Abandoned.
It is an end-or-beginning place.
Been, don't make me go again.
Know the way out, but just in case,
Think I'll tie a poem at every bend.
Isis came to visit me in a poem too...
I love the journey in this piece,
and the realization.
But what I really find striking is the language,
the strength and concision, so I agree with Gene.
You are a brilliant weaver of words. The stories that unfold and take hairpin turns and been theres. And then that tree you bandaged up and saved. Well, don't tell anyone but I teared up a bit with you. Love and hugs. Liz
The way you tie all the first lines is FANTASTIC. You have plumbed the "call and response" form of the old Holiness Church. I'm flabbergasted at the power of this poem.
Reminded me of ingrafting creativity and poetry into the soul, where only beautiful things can bloom - and you, my dear, are beautiful. :) Well done, Pea!
Okay, so first I am intrigued by the placement of the title lower and upper case which is also the name of Isis, the goddess in Ancient Egyptian religious beliefs, whose worship spread throughout the Greco-Roman world. She was worshiped as the ideal mother, wife, matron of nature and magic. She was the friend of slaves, sinners, artisans, the downtrodden, as well as listening to the prayers of the wealthy, maidens, aristocrats and rulers. Isis is the Goddess of motherhood and fertility - so your nurturing the injured tree is a limb off the ol' branch! And, she was depicted in her tomb as nursing from a sycamore tree that had a breast! You give this poem good direction and take heed, the caveat is: go the way of the tire tracks that have been before you, DO NOT veer off lest you may not come back with all your limbs...got yer license plate number...tag this one Green, Pea Green...I worship you as the ideal mother, wife, matron of nature and magic, Pea...
Great writing as always my friend and loved the pre story. Ii is marvelous when we can do somthing seemingly so small but create somethng so special.
hugs
fee
Exquisite, Pea!!! Love the twisty turns, the images, the reflection, mine mirriring yours, the rhyming and rhythym, the truths/realizations, and, at the end, that lovely scrap of hope tied at every bend!
I smiled when I came to it, gave a chuckle, and absorbed the whole in, into my own, sharing the bittersweetness with wryness and thanks. Beautiful write.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
I cried with you, 'bout the cedar tree... Sweet Pea.
COMING FACE TO FACE WITH REALITY CAN BE DIFFICULT, BUT AS LONG AS ONE LEAVES THE VICINITY OF DENY AND STAYS NEAR KIND AND UNDERSTANDING THEN THAT BRIDGE OF DOUBT, THROUGH PRAYER, WILL LEAD TO FAITH AND ON TO, AS YOU SAY, THE 'GOOD STREET'...ALIVE! WITH YOUR MAP AND THE PROMISE OF YOUR POEMS AT EVERY TURN, HOW CAN ONE NOT COME THROUGH? THIS IS A MARVELOUS, UNIQUE WORK THAT I THOROUGHLY ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Yes Pea!!! I also love the story about the cedar tree. I remember doing the same to a little cherry tree once and it is now tall and strong. Much reflection for thought in your verses here. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Beginnings and endings -- so close to one another, one could go in the wrong direction. But confusion, I think, can be a way to clarity. I often find myself at that intersection. :-)
Share
Print
Save
Follow
I love the journey in this piece,
and the realization.
But what I really find striking is the language,
the strength and concision, so I agree with Gene.
Axilea
spills over from line to line...tied in a poem at every bed.
-gene.
Sheila
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be always safe,
Karen
Love,
Sage
hugs
fee
Wonderful in thought and expression, the language so strong and vibrant. And great story about the cedar...the tree doctor is in!
John
I smiled when I came to it, gave a chuckle, and absorbed the whole in, into my own, sharing the bittersweetness with wryness and thanks. Beautiful write.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
I cried with you, 'bout the cedar tree... Sweet Pea.
Blessings to you ...
Regis
Carmen