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
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
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!
ReplyDeleteYes Viv! Thank you so much for your comments ... yes how much more satisfying the dreams of a mother! :)
DeleteGorgeous writing, PKP! I especially love your first poem, and spectacular use of alliteration. "Dawn wetted fingers" and "sighed significance" and "diaphonous demons" are wonderful!
ReplyDeleteOh 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! :)
DeleteWell wordled, Pearl. I especially love "pulled like paper flags on a string..."
ReplyDeleteBrenda - thank you... you actually pulled my favorite image... :)
DeleteGreat poems, both, Pearl!
ReplyDeleteI 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!
Aw Hannah... Thank you so very much... happy you enjoyed :)
DeleteWorld-class poetry. Elaborate. Beautiful. Significant.
ReplyDeleteWow! Cheryl - I am deeply deeply moved by such extravagant (welcomed!) comments.. Oooh ... hope whoever is channeling these through me can keep it up :)
DeleteTHANK YOU
I too like the alliteration in the first poem, Pearl.
ReplyDeletePamela
Pamela ... thank you for taking the time to stop by thank you, thank you :)
DeleteAs 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 ...
ReplyDeletehttp://leapinelephants.blogspot.ca/2012/05/first-sunday-in-may-and-no-more-roses.html
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...
DeleteMy fav is the first, I think. Well done, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteThank 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 :)
ReplyDeleteLove both, but delighted in the second.
ReplyDelete"one
ReplyDeleteSingular second of collective collaborative
Convocation of the
Indigenous
Impresarios of the Dawn
Awakening"...love this Pearl!
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.
ReplyDeleteI 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! :)