gravity
icarus played the molten fool
at mother nature’s ball
and we watched with fascination
as he tumbled to the ground
holding our breath until the sun
returned the gold of favor
and i crawl through this dirt
like an old brown beetle
scarab girl
warmth seeker
latent love hunter
pulling weeds and pressing
white through old lace curtains
looking for a way to singe my
skin and dress my bones
as seed and root are married
in eternity’s hollow middle
i no longer feel the need
to ask permission
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May 21st, 2013 at 7:53 am
no permission required….indeed. crawl in peace.
May 21st, 2013 at 8:10 am
Wow. You have such an exquisite way with words. Or should I say they have an exquisite way with you? 🙂
“and i crawl through this dirt
like an old brown beetle
scarab girl
warmth seeker
latent love hunter”
Sometimes there are poems, where, if you were to copy & paste the “best” bits, to show what you esp loved, you’d be copying the whole damn thing. I really admire how carefully and delicately you select your words.
May 21st, 2013 at 8:13 am
oh kelly. so nice. the call of earth so solid. scarab girl is a name you should wear proudly – no permission needed.
May 21st, 2013 at 8:25 am
ha…love your close a bit of rebellion, no need to ask permission…there is a bit of freedom in that….some def magical mystical touches through out as well..the marriage of seed and root…singing your bones, dang…smiles.
May 21st, 2013 at 9:32 am
i wanted to sing, reading your words …
this is a song, your song.
gosh, i love it : )
xxo
pg
May 21st, 2013 at 11:41 am
very cool…you captured the magic of gardening…
May 21st, 2013 at 3:16 pm
Have you published a book of your poetry at all? Your way with words is simply incredible and the world is a richer place for them
May 21st, 2013 at 3:43 pm
Kelli, I love this. Don’t ever ask for permission. Love the beetle girl you are so clearly in this.
May 21st, 2013 at 4:08 pm
Just exquisite writing!
looking for a way to singe my
skin and dress my bones
as seed and root are married
in eternity’s hollow middle
May 21st, 2013 at 4:18 pm
Well permission is just a cage anyway. Have at it…strong imagery.I like!
May 21st, 2013 at 4:49 pm
I loved how you gave this personality…. at the appropriate time. Lovely phrases too…
May 21st, 2013 at 4:50 pm
Permission definitely not needed!! Glad this was recognized and acted on!
May 21st, 2013 at 4:50 pm
Magical touches in this, a cool poem.
May 21st, 2013 at 5:24 pm
Oh yes, the dirt is good! The garden is a much better place to enjoy the sun than the nearness Icarus tried to manage. Nicely done.
May 21st, 2013 at 5:27 pm
Fantastic! Icarus is a subject I’m fond of so the imagery to me was twofold: falling due to melting waxen wings and crawling through the dirt, at least from the literal take on the poem.
May 21st, 2013 at 5:51 pm
this is fabulous! I was utterly captivated by the first two stanzas, they were immediately rich and powerful in my imagination.
May 21st, 2013 at 6:25 pm
There seems to be a lot of talk about permission as of late. It could just be that I am giving myself new permissions so I am sensitive to the words; nonetheless you have a gem with this one.
May 21st, 2013 at 6:34 pm
the perfect blend of mystery and science. this is lovely. your second-to-last couplet plays with time and space with stellar grace.
May 21st, 2013 at 7:24 pm
Gorgeously woven Kelly. Happy springtime gardening to you!
May 21st, 2013 at 7:49 pm
your words take my breath away… and return it with more sustenance. BEAUTIFUL!
May 21st, 2013 at 8:15 pm
Just awesome writing.
May 21st, 2013 at 8:24 pm
I no longer feel the need to ask permission…that’s a very powerful statement indeed.
May 21st, 2013 at 8:36 pm
My god, you took my breath. I love it, someone last week wrote a poem asking the reader to carry it around in their pocket. I would cradle this poem to the end of the known universe.
May 21st, 2013 at 8:49 pm
I love the shift at the end of this – from the cosmic, the mythic to the personal, the defiant. Great.
May 21st, 2013 at 9:09 pm
To me your poem shows a scarab girl accustomed to hiding who wants to go out in singed glory like her love Icarus. She no longer needs permission to be with him–as in opera with all of its death scenes. Couldn’t she make another choice? OK-OK, the poem is indeed beautiful, and that might ruin its flow. And from what the other comments say, I must have missed something.
May 21st, 2013 at 9:20 pm
So much great imagery in this. At once it feels both earthy and ethereal, basic and philosophical. Beautiful capture.
May 22nd, 2013 at 3:57 am
Wonderful word arrangements, and particularly liked “scarab girl”.
May 22nd, 2013 at 8:45 am
icarus played the molten fool
at mother nature’s ball..
Grabbed from the first write 🙂 Great job 🙂
May 22nd, 2013 at 4:28 pm
Quite a lovely set of images…from the odd demise of Icarus to the final part that leads to freedom from the request of permission..very interesting metaphorical.
May 22nd, 2013 at 7:42 pm
I agree with Kathryn, where is the book ?