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.
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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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the flow of this poem was impeccable, a beautiful piece which lends to the spoken word..this works on so many levels..great work

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i see a sharp mind for meter, this is stellar in words and images that sweep
across the page with a romantic sense of wisdom, captures the beauty
of time and space, powerfully invented yet subtle job :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As deep as one can get on the subject of mortality...
Religion never explains the world to me as well as a poem like this.
"though lives are short and leaves are many..."
This sums it up, raises emotions..right to the point
There are too many good lines here...I would have to quote the whole poem
to say which lines are my favorites
I'll just say I enjoyed reading it, and your skill...
ice



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wowowowow this is so amazing!! I want to print it off and stick it on my wall! I absolutely love each and every single word you have chosen, they are so perfectly placed creating a rhythmical golden river of pure ecstasy:)
I'll sum this up with...
Great work!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your writing just blew me away, this is excellent as you express the long journey, that held many close to the heart, how situations change and we move on to the next, but always hold those memories, even the bad ones. I believe the power to move on is a gift and some receive it better than others.
Life is too short to wallow away. A lesson learned.


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this flowed straight and rhythmic and glorious right off the tongue~ read first behind the eyes and then with voice~ and it feels like an enchanted chant as it gives itself to air~ absolutely gorgeous~captivating writing~(must subscribe so I don't miss a one)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was a most impressive first impression of your writing... an amazing blend of imagery that relates to life, death, and the journey in between... a compact composite that shines like a lyrical jewel...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your imagery is beyond brilliant, this whole piece is dripping with beauty. Gorgeous write.
-Cathrine

Posted 14 Years Ago


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