Egrets Poised

Egrets Poised

A Poem by Rikkevi Rue
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ruminations on mortality

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Egrets Poised

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finding, minding, the slow unwinding,

emotions-thoughts, frail sentiment binding,

breathless-caught, the slow release

too briefly grasp the precious gift           

of a lifetime fraught with imagery           

where memories line the past in rows,

held close at breast the heart to warm,

caught in each- a life to see,

like leaves that shroud Life’s ancient tree,

great gnarled roots hug long the bank,

drink deeply whence time’s river flows,

as on he rushes languidly.

 

but lives are short and leaves are many,

from Life- the Ancient Tree,                                   

too soon his leaves all swirl and fall,

mount deeply round the knees of burl,

so drift and blow decayed anon,

whence cast upon the browning lawn,

grace rushing brook or golden pond,

or settled deep to dark below,           

passed o’er the waterfall beyond,

there slipped away to deep unknown

like offerings cast, and offerings gone.

 

the snowflake-fey, melts in your hand,                       

proud white peaks lofty- ocean ran                       

gold flecks stream off the miner’s pan                       

past footprints fading with the sand                                   

cold waters race away to span                       

stark egret balanced, poised-one leg                       

stands gazing nigh, and gazing nigh

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But life begins where memories

line the parlor walls,

the past peers out from captures frame,

eyes beckoning the future-call,

the shrouded mist ahead so grey

though lives are short and leaves are many...

 


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There is a lot in this writing to absorb, but it plays to the subconscious roots of all humankind. For instance," like leaves that shroud Life’s ancient tree,great gnarled roots hug long the bank,drink deeply whence time’s river flows," and" but lives are short and leaves are many, from Life-the Ancient Tree." Very earthy, all of humankind`s connection to earth and to each other. I can see the mortality in verse and meaning, but it seems to have an underlying shadow of life renewing.
Intuitus









Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rikkevi Rue

10 Years Ago

you track very well, the idea being to capture mortality and at the same time sew it into the larger.. read more
Sue Ellen Walker-Koenig

10 Years Ago

Cool! I Totally get what you`re saying.
INTUITUS



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passage. The blink empathy with icon and season.
The egret withstands the wind shear of time in his stoic poise. Well captured. Timeless metaphors. Like day dreaming while looking through an antique stereo photo viewer.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

amazed at the dexterity and flow of the words and thought line... wonderful Piece...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a beautiful piece! I found myself totally lost in this write! great work!

Posted 13 Years Ago


it is strange to me that a young person would think that life is short, while i am a an older person who thinks that life is long...come be my friend

Posted 13 Years Ago


i LOVE UR VOICE....JUST LOVE IT...I can see when you write it almost makes movement...love it..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

brilliance. the rhythm and flow is perfect. what talent!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the rhythm in this is reminiscent of Poe.
thinking on the meaning of languidly rushing rivers of time, and of the word 'but' at the beginning of the end.


Posted 13 Years Ago


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Posted 13 Years Ago


stunning descriptions in this. A really amazing piece of poetry.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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