your name is a poem
i’ve just learned to read
i hold this day like a jewel in my palm
knowing soon enough
my gypsy soul will be trapped inside
with fire
this morning there was rain
pulling moisture from the air
in a long grey exhale
everything is damp
and i sit here weaving
magenta colored bracelets
while you dance above my head
with your promise
kiss me over the garden gate
i would, if i could reach
the beauty in your title
instead i sit at your feet
and water you with gratitude
the sky feeds me
and i am always hungry
you know this and still,
you bend slowly
touch your lips to mine
somewhere high above
i see a cloud
shaped like winter
the cat drops a cardinal
at my feet
forcing me to remove it
or watch him eat
all the while
in my arms
i carry
your bouquet
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September 3rd, 2013 at 9:26 am
i carry a bouquet all the while.
September 3rd, 2013 at 9:31 am
the season begins to change, but i have it on good authority that gypsies like the fire also. another jewel, another day.
and watering with gratitude? yes.
September 3rd, 2013 at 11:31 am
i would, if i could reach
the beauty in your title
instead i sit at your feet
and water you with gratitude…dang, that is good…your title is a poem in itself….
September 3rd, 2013 at 1:20 pm
Beyond lovely & touching, this piece reminds me as to why many of us are poets at all–because when our senses, our emotions, can find a beautiful tangle of words that nail down moments, days, magic; no other experience can compete with it; much of art can be “poetic”, but hey, today, you are my heroine.
September 3rd, 2013 at 1:35 pm
I love how you tap into everything around you, soak it all up and use it as inspiration.
September 3rd, 2013 at 2:27 pm
ugh so amazing… notes of pure passion are carried through out… and totally adore the title of this… was on someone’s blog, saw it in their blogroll and came here in a hurry… smiles
September 3rd, 2013 at 2:30 pm
i believe you ‘poets’ and writers glimpse things unseen by the eye of mere humans. you see deeper than we. you find words to explode the inner that we don’t see.
i am most grateful.
in my fondest.
in september where fall has been here for
a month now..
tilda
September 3rd, 2013 at 2:30 pm
I’m with Brian – your title was a poem in itself – the rest is a glorious, radiant eruption of fantastic imagery.
September 3rd, 2013 at 3:09 pm
So much feeling here and a nice progression. I love, “I carry your bouquet.”
September 3rd, 2013 at 3:10 pm
What would I give to read this poem out loud at a poetry reading. I would do it justice. Beautiful.
September 3rd, 2013 at 3:47 pm
That I would LOVE to hear.
September 3rd, 2013 at 3:20 pm
Every bit of this just sings for me–just gorgeous
September 3rd, 2013 at 3:34 pm
You’ve the power to make the ordinary extraordinary. ~peace, Jason
September 3rd, 2013 at 3:34 pm
I really enjoyed the tempo of the poem and particularly this piece,”this morning there was rain
pulling moisture from the air
in a long grey exhale” Gooid read.>KB
September 3rd, 2013 at 3:55 pm
Yes, the title is so lovely yet also a most beautiful read.
September 3rd, 2013 at 4:12 pm
Beautiful words to a truly gorgeous photo…wonderful, Kelly
September 3rd, 2013 at 4:35 pm
Stunning…
September 3rd, 2013 at 4:36 pm
This is beautiful,.. and i adore the little contrast with the dead cardinal… really a lovely write.
September 3rd, 2013 at 5:36 pm
I love, love, love this. instead i sit at your feet
and water you with gratitude…great lines filled with beauty.
September 3rd, 2013 at 5:49 pm
I think I felt this way this morning (minus the cardinal, but with kitty poop to clean from the floor). Life is such a gift, spring-summer-fall and winter to come.
September 3rd, 2013 at 5:51 pm
Effective and visceral writing – loved the ending and especially also the following lines:
this morning there was rain
pulling moisture from the air
in a long grey exhale
Great Stuff! With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
September 3rd, 2013 at 5:55 pm
I like to think that god is the most beautiful poem of all…
September 3rd, 2013 at 6:00 pm
Jewel weed? I love the end and the cats role of bringing back reality.
September 3rd, 2013 at 6:59 pm
From the title to clouds shaped like winter, to the ending lines, just beautiful dear Kelly ~
September 3rd, 2013 at 7:07 pm
Gorgeous moments in the garden, and I love the title.
September 3rd, 2013 at 9:00 pm
A love poem….. or, if I may interject…. a “me so horny” poem! Can you send me the GPS coordinates of this gardenplease? Forgive me Mrs. Mediocrity, I’m only joking. As I read through your poem I thought that no word seemed out of place. Quite sensual also, but it didn’t escape me that you were writing about that attractive creeping red-flowered bush in the photo… Sorry, its variety is beyond my brown-thumb mentality. I didn’t immediately recognize it though because the “magenta bracelets” threw me off a moment… For some odd reason I know those are worn by support members of people stricken with Anorexia Nervosa. As I pondered that I looked back at the photo and saw the small red flowers… So I felt positive then you were writing an ekphratic poem about that plant. If that is true then Bravo! My own little thorn bush almost got in my way of seeing that!
September 3rd, 2013 at 9:28 pm
A barrage of pictures, almost cinematic, but with an emotional undertow that won’t let one go. Very well done
September 3rd, 2013 at 9:31 pm
I would if I could n so many lines. I read all your poems as they come to my email and they are definitely not mediocre Et all!
Thanks n keep going defining our everyday life we miss! 😉
September 3rd, 2013 at 10:15 pm
…gorgeous & it sings & reads as musical as a seagull… loved this… smiles…
September 3rd, 2013 at 11:05 pm
I’d quote every line…
September 3rd, 2013 at 11:52 pm
the sky feeds me
and i am always hungry
I know this feeling; I felt it just today but forget it so easily: thanks for reminding me.
once again I so love your title. such an important aspect and a really smart and hard working intro into the Poetry.
the cat, cardinal is cracking imagery. so vivid.
somewhere high above
i see a cloud
shaped like winter
is so neat next to the sky quote and your voice is so subtle yet substantial and affecting.
. . . that title is SO GREAT!
September 4th, 2013 at 12:06 am
There is always something so right about your work, precisely what poetry is, should be, and hinting at what it aspires to be too. The lushness and depth, the song and its echo, and always a rumbling, tremulous wisdom.
September 4th, 2013 at 1:20 am
artistry weaving beautiful images..
September 4th, 2013 at 7:39 am
A fragile, soft, humming wisp of words – a lovely use of the flower’s name and of life in a garden! The beauty and the natural plunder (the cat) … loved this immensely.
September 4th, 2013 at 3:34 pm
Heart, Heart:)..I love injection (?) about the cat!!!
September 4th, 2013 at 6:57 pm
I think the cardinal grounded this poem. Beautiful expressions.