"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Like a Poppy Turns

by your own definition
i drink too deeply
the blood of roses
Shabbir Banoobhai

© Robert Draves



how could you understand
my love of fragile things –
this need to nurture
each bruised petal & broken wing?

I haven’t the words to say
how my heart grows in healing
how it dies a little to see
things crushed or fallen

you cannot know that i
have a crimson soul –
it opens like a poppy turns to the sun
and loves every short-lived thing


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Fragile, Natural, Wild is hosted by Magaly in The Imaginary Garden.

43 comments:

  1. you cannot know that i
    have a crimson soul –
    it opens like a poppy turns to the sun

    Others should not underestimate the resolve of certain individuals in their dealings. Agreed Kerry!

    Hank

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    1. Thanks, Hank. Hidden resolves can be very strong.

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  2. And what a beautiful soul you have

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    1. Thank you, Jae. I believe it has good intentions.

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  3. When a woman friend's son died of alcohol poisoning at 43, months later she said, in essence, that the heart can't be filled unless it has been deeply broken in places. As Jack Gilbert wrote, love lasts by not lasting: and it is our fragility which gives us the strength of heart needed to own one. Finely written and deeply felt.

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    1. Not only life but also the relationships between people, no matter how much love is felt, are also fragile. Got to love in the moment before it's gone.

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  4. Hearts will always heal, albeit with time. Such a delightful read, well done. Greetings and nice week!

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  5. There is a healing cadence to this, the touch of Gaia, the mothering of earth which is always having to let go of what it brought into being, yet each line rings with the intensity of strength and giving that must be drawn upon yet again from the well of loss. Enough to make anything fragile, wild and hungry.

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    1. Such a poetic comment, Hedge. Than you for coming by to read. I miss your presence.

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  6. I like the idea of a soul opening like a poppy turning to the sun....but the second stanza expresses well the heart's pain.

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    1. I like to know what readers take away with them. Thank you, Mary.

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  7. I feel a power of endurance concealed in the crimson soul that lasts at the end of the day. The poem is a story of being and becoming. Beautiful.

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    1. Such a deeply felt comment. Thanks, Sumana.

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  8. Meditative and powerful. The added image is a plus. love your poem here!

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  9. There is such tenderness in this, love how you capture that from the image with its petal withering...

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    1. It's the one thing which breaks my heart about poppies.. When the petals fall, the loss is great.

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  10. Kerry, your poem is making my heart dance familiar tunes. It sings of my reason for loving the poppy, as flower and as metaphor. Their petals fall so quickly, they are so very fragile... so one must love deeply for as long as they last. The same is true of our days.

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    1. Yes! It's why I seldom buy them though they abound in pots this time of the year. I can't bear their brevity.

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  11. Like the idea of a crimson soul...

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  12. Ah, this is just beautiful. It reminds me a little of an oscar wild story about a rose-- I can't remember it so well in truth-- and all those fairy tales about the three drops of blood and Blake too-- this care for the individual and the small-- really beautiful and wise. K.

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    1. In the story, the nightingale pierces its heart on a thorn to sing more sweetly. No one like Wilde to know where the pain lies. Maybe I read him too young, because I am never rid of those little tragedies.

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  13. Kerry this is just exquisite....'a crimson soul' and loving short-lived things....the ephemerals of life!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  14. How beautiful is a crimson soul, loving the short-lived things. Such expressive writing.

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  15. Oh this is sublime. Really beautiful, Kerry.

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  16. This is soo beautiful Kerry!❤️ Souls like these are rare to find and I believe we should hold on to them when we do.❤️

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    1. Many thanks for the 'beautiful' comments.

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  17. So sweet. I got the picture of a maiden sharing her heart with a flower.

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  18. Bruised and broken things, including fragile hearts, are all the stronger for their healing, Kerry. They may remain sore, some more, some less. Your words some that up so beautifully, especially the final stanza.

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  19. If only more of us did love each living thing. It is not hard with birds, animals, trees, flowers, and many sea creatures but ants and mosquitoes are so hard to love you must admit!

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    1. Yes, indeed. I do admire the ants their organization and industry but prefer not to have them inside my house.

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  20. "loves every short-lived thing" What a beautiful way at looking at life.

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  21. Yes, this is beautiful... and compassionate.

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