Over in the Garden, Kerry shared poet Sara Teasdale. "Teasdale's work has always been characterized by its simplicity and
clarity, her use of classical forms, and her passionate and romantic
subject matter. Her poetry centered on a woman's changing perspectives on beauty love and
death and served to chart the development of her own existence, from
living a sheltered life in St Louis to attaining success as a well-known
poet living in New York City, who had to face a struggle with
depression and disillusionment. "
SHINE
Bleeding scarlet fingers twirl and fall
concrete dreams blur fragile first stars
Once upon a time I was going to ___________
Tightly knit-I took my time to open
delicate wings
let others see my gray eyes
One must stretch, reach and tangle
flame red threads
stitch and lock eyes
feel sun's caress
find your ribbons, your thread,
hug the down of fuzzy, fragile wishes
they hold you, hug you, warm your heart's
shine
Sometimes
others see only shadows in light's painted rays
dark pupils fill colored
iris blue pool
blinded by sun's jewels
sprouted weeds push through
seep, stretch, reach
into heart's green star.
Begin again
----make tiny stitches
hem your heart
with blind knots
thread your edges
cut doubt away---
before faded whispers
blow gusts of frigid wind
dampness lingers...
crawls into your bones
n' lipid pools of 'if '
cloud
all your days.
© Ellen Wilson
"An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break." - Ancient Chinese Proverb
Comments
delicate wings
let others see my gray eyes..
Such beautiful words and thoughts in this piece, Ella, and your photography always makes your post a special treat.
She told me I had gray eyes and how wearing various shades of this color made my eyes stand out.
"concrete dreams blur fragile first stars"
Believe, Ellie. You have enormous talent. And your photos are spectacular.
----make tiny stitches
hem your heart . . ."
That entire stanza hit home for me this week - yes, most definitely one of your best. Truly beautiful!
wow, what a line!
A stellar response to the prompt, Ella.
K
crawls into your bones
n' lipid pools of 'if '
cloud all your days
That tinge of regret invariably tugs at one's conscience in many instances. 'If only...' A classic ending Ella!
Hank
I will be by...thank you so much <3
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