Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Indigenous & The Elaborated Goddess




The Indigenous

On the summit in dawn wetted fingers
Mist draws from the verdant earth
The Indigenous
Rising to the sacred Goddess basked in
Collective sighed significance
Blowing diaphonous demons from the night air
Rising to the elaborated intention of rituals
The Indigenous
Gather from the mist until as flags bannered
Blowing in the string sunshafts of morning
Insinuation they stand on the summit for one
Singular second of collective collaborative
Convocation of the
Indigenous
Impresarios of the Dawn
Awakening 




  
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The Elaborated Goddess

She thought she would be a goddess blessed
sacred
freed from all demons that would visit
her mind

She thought she would be a goddess blessed
rise to the summit of a peaked mountain spill
laughter down its side in rituals of joy

She found instead from filled womb through
years pulled like paper flags on string
through time

She was a Goddess Elaborated
demons still appeared from time to time
dancing in the sacred significance of her reign
as      MOTHER





HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY TO ALL J




19 comments:

  1. If the first was mysterious, ethereally beautiful, then the second was a slap in the face to young dreams. But oh how much more satisfying are the dreams of a mother!

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    1. Yes Viv! Thank you so much for your comments ... yes how much more satisfying the dreams of a mother! :)

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  2. Gorgeous writing, PKP! I especially love your first poem, and spectacular use of alliteration. "Dawn wetted fingers" and "sighed significance" and "diaphonous demons" are wonderful!

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    1. Oh my goodness Marianne ... "gorgeous?" Thank you! I am happy you enjoyed - as always I don't really know where these particular poem arrive from.. when I find the source I will give credit where credit is due...for now as the vehicle ... Thank you! :)

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  3. Well wordled, Pearl. I especially love "pulled like paper flags on a string..."

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    1. Brenda - thank you... you actually pulled my favorite image... :)

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  4. Great poems, both, Pearl!

    I really like this wording:

    "rise to the summit of a peaked mountain spill
    laughter down its side in rituals of joy"

    Happy Mother's day to you!

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    1. Aw Hannah... Thank you so very much... happy you enjoyed :)

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  5. World-class poetry. Elaborate. Beautiful. Significant.

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    1. Wow! Cheryl - I am deeply deeply moved by such extravagant (welcomed!) comments.. Oooh ... hope whoever is channeling these through me can keep it up :)
      THANK YOU

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  6. I too like the alliteration in the first poem, Pearl.

    Pamela

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    1. Pamela ... thank you for taking the time to stop by thank you, thank you :)

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  7. As always, beautifully worded wordles Pearl ... such lovely ways of weaving magic you have, in both poems ... have a Happy Mother's Day, or rather hope you did have one ...

    http://leapinelephants.blogspot.ca/2012/05/first-sunday-in-may-and-no-more-roses.html

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    1. Awwww Sharon... thank you for mentioning the magic - this is the way these poems arrive and seem to me... Thank you for the Mothers' Day wishes and hope you enjoyed as well! (Silly ? was Mothers' Day this past Sunday in Canada or earlier as in Europe?) Duh on me...

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  8. My fav is the first, I think. Well done, Pearl.

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  9. Thank you Misky... I like the first as well - ... those are those ones that just seem to "arrive" for me to type and read... :) Much appreciate your stopping and commenting :)

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  10. Love both, but delighted in the second.

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  11. "one
    Singular second of collective collaborative
    Convocation of the
    Indigenous
    Impresarios of the Dawn
    Awakening"...love this Pearl!

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  12. I liked both, but the first with that photo of the tree... the way it held onto the earth, yet bent. And all the moss, and the root stretching and still searching. Enchanting.
    I posted: http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/05/matter-of-interpretation-sw-wordle-56.html

    Where has the week gone...I haven't been able to read everyone and the new words are afoot! :)

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