Walking Through Patience Park at Dusk

from the bleached bone groves

shedding white bark   naked

stems of rebirth scratching

            an impressionist’s sky

 

to the stream     wound like a spindle

licking her sides for enough years

to carve a new path through

            moss-coated stone

 

in my dreams I see this place     as clearly

as I do this day     sight without mortal eyes   

peering through the cellular kaleidoscope

            of sun-to-earth matrimony

           

it is here where seed waxes to flower    

where nectar hoarders build hives

in crooked boughs     this is where it all begins

from caterpillar to chrysalis     and finally

wet fingers of probing radiance erupting

from protected places     venturing

            into a changed world

Reviews

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

I like "to carve a new path through moss-coated stone" It's great imagination. Deeply thought.Thanks for sharing it.

[TL Boehm]

rom the bleached bone groves
shedding white bark naked
stems of rebirth scratching
an impressionist’s sky
I can't get over the visual punch this is. perhaps its because we are coming up on winter - but this is brilliant writing.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much!

[Pax Analog]

"Peering through the cellular kaleidoscope of sun-to-earth matrimony" -- wow! This poem is a gorgeous caress from your nature site itself. It might as well have been written by one "Patience Park" -- voice budding from those "wet fingers of probing radiance erupting" -- beautiful!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much!

[Cody Williams]

An entertaining read! Thanks for sharing!

-CW

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You are quite welcome :)

[Dean]

Having said all of what I saw in reflection, you then on your own share all of my previous thoughts of you
and your fundamental message--condensing it here in the artistry of your writing. I don't know how you do that, but it leaves me in wonder.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you Dean...that means a lot coming from someone I respect as much as you.

[Traci]

in my dreams I see this place as clearly
as I do this day sight without mortal eyes
peering through the cellular kaleidoscope
of sun-to-earth matrimony.....The world is a beautiful place through your eyes, and in dreams.

Dreams and reality collide in the perfect imagery of your words. Beautifully written my friend, so nice to have you back.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Good to be back, Traci...though I'm still not "totally" back. Just trying to get things in my life back to normal, it feels like I've been on a strange trip and now I'm trying to return to the real world. lol Looking forward to lunch soon, hopefully!

[Traci]

You may not feel "totally back" but your writing has not suffered at all, still excellent my friend. Take care of yourself (lots of DP) and yes, lunch soon, call me when you feel up to a visit :)

[Me]

bravo...superbly done! :) x

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Raven!

[Kleio13]

this is truly a treat into the subconscious

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I'm glad you enjoyed it, Kleio!

[Jack...]

Often that is how I find poetry, sight without mortal eyes. It is curious what each of us sees, staring out windows, leaning up against a tree, counting cracks in the sidewalk. They all add up, at least in our minds, to something other than what they truly are...or are they? Once again I am amazed by the structure of your vision Sarah. Nice to see you again.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Jack. I could not agree more...I think we all see things differently, and that is what makes the world beautiful :)

[Frieda P]

Stunning imagery, metaphorical genius as always, it's a beautiful dream of growth and rebirth, nice to have you back Friday.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Frieda!