Burial-- Resurrection

I decided to take Jacob's advice and here's what happened. You may direct your pitchfork-and-torch tirades to his account.

Each evening by porch-light, gloved

and sweaty yet trembling against

the November wind, we bludgeon,

mutilate, desecrate this square of new

side-yard garden in my silence:

 

 

Come here, look. You missed a spot here. 

No, there. HERE. That is not how you hold

a shovel. That's not how you use a shovel. 

The borders--flip the wooden beams upright 

like this. I need water, be right back.

 

 

Tonight, early crickets, hopeless urgency

of neighborhood dogs who know their barks

go ignored. 

 

 

I dream of the first stalks cheating 

the seasons, bursting through the earth,

sleek, strong stalks of hyacinth

and delphinium, I am meant to sit,

listen to each purple/pink, lush baby-

blue phallus trade schemes and secrets.

 

 

I ease myself inside, burrow between

the rows and bury my own bones 

beneath the bulbs, face-forward and freezing

in peace, I'll rise as blue as the sheen of frost

 

 

at first light, and for now you can stay indoors,

you can stay quiet, you can listen if you wish.

 

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I very much enjoy reading the back-and-forth between you & Jacob becuz I regularly commit the sin of overwatering & overfertilizing & overleaping the moon while I'm at it. Many great writers at the cafe have SUBTLY suggested that I could be more subtle -- less is more, blah-blah-blah. But I defiantly stick to my verbose & over-the-top need for poetic attention. Still, I think it's important to work on my ability to be subtle, even if I'm not adopting it as a style. In short, your efforts are top-notch whether you're doing less-is-more or more-and-more. You could do any iddy-diddy more and still get more than most would (((HUGS)))

[lightsong]

I must admit that sometimes I feel so ignorant between your language and Seth's, it's like I need a special kind of a dictionary to understand it all rightly, maybe I should look into Mr. Dave ones hopefully I can find some good one and of course he can't say NO to a Witchy Witch 😂

[lightsong]

I will not see this as death, I will see it as a shell a cocoon, You and I have been there many times to get used to it now (a lie specially after my latest experience🙃), in the previous version I felt it was general and personal at the same time, here in this one I only feel it personal... i.e lost love, the pain is not felt anymore it feels as if it died with the dead heart, and that's one of the ultimate kinds of pain, You are amazing... how can you yield with writing and write it in different ways.

[lightsong]

wow! I feel ignored now 🥺 You listened to Mr. Jacob note but You NEVER listen to mine(s)! Sigh! MEN!!! "in peace, I'll rise as blue as the sheen of frost" again WOW! Mr. Seth! this is Resurrection not death! this is a whole new version with a new Resurrection feelings... and DID I see a COLOURFUL flowery photo there???!! WOW really YOU are changing and taking a new path! and I LOVE that! I will leave You another review to this just wait and read!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

too much said, and the love deteriorates...those comfortable silences should happen more often. Thus the garden will keep flourishing rather than being overwatered with words.
j.

[Seth Cason]

Thank you, Jacob. Lately, I've had a dim but nagging awareness that less is more, that I need to focus on subtlety and subtext. Hopefully you've helped hammer it through my thick stubborn skull once and for all, and I'll get in the habit of trimming my poems like bonzai trees.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This was absolutely funny. I guess gardening is a hobby best done alone. Wonderful poem Seth and so honest in its presentation.

[Seth Cason]

Thank you, Carlos!

[lightsong]

You see, don't ever hide this profound passionate side of You, if it didn't touch mine in a strong way You wouldn't see the tears of my eyes now (let aside my own unstable emotional situation). I don't want to sound negative but I don't think I can believe in humanity like before, from what I've been receiving it can be our last ride on earth, if I will die I want to die beautiful and aware, no one to stain my heart, soul or mind, You see Seth, this can be both about love between two, or love in general, about one specific person also about everyone who hurt You (tell me WHO and I will bring my sword!), about "humans" in general and their unkind nature, and since we decided yesterday to burn this rickety site with passionate poetry so maybe it can rise from the ashes anew, get ready next time to write a LOVE PASSIONATE POEM!!!! YUPIIIII!!!! Good Coffee Morning with "Love You" 🤗

[Seth Cason]

I'm well aware that you telepathically woke me in the middle of the night from halfway across the planet just to publish this poem-- and I have to be up in 2 hours. I still love you anyway and thank you for the review.

[lightsong]

Sorry Sethy, I know You need to sleep~ sleep with hopefully sweetest dreams, 9:15 am here and I wouldn't mind if I FALL ASLEEP DEEP. and Thank You for still loving me regardless everything I seem to do.