grafted

Where did you keep your secrets before this winter?

Perhaps the pastoral village nestled in the hills

just past the bird sanctuary protected them until

your incessant cultivating pruned those unwieldy splinters.

In the Spring, blooms suffered the stifling weeds

in the garden that grandmother planted before she died;

better you should grip your steering wheel tighter yet to guide

and change your gears and accelerate to higher speeds

for now that the bird is outside the sanctuary and sings

it beckons you just further along the painted lanes,

and your heart is beating faster and how it truly strains

against the ancient winds that now gale beneath her wings

drawing you both to the garden where blooms will now reclaim

in the bulwark of the sanctuary intertwined you'll safely cling,

rewriting each other's codas to graft your futures' sweet refrain.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

....and so we must all return from where we came. It's crazy how all this life can make us.... feel. Your words are exquisite, haunting, and real. I adore the flow of your patterns... precise knowing. simple simple truths that seem so complicated at moments when life leads us home again.

[s y e]

// and your heart is beating faster and how it truly strains
against the ancient winds that now gale beneath her wings //

This stanza just about blew me away X, I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. Such an elegant write, the imagery and wording was just perfect.

Awesomesauce!

[Vidya Bacchus]

We grow up and move on with our lives but we must always remember where we came from :) Just my thoughts You could be headed a whole other direction lol.Anyways this is really nice :)

[Frieda P]

An elegant somewhat haunting read xavier, savoring all these moments before they're gone to the next chapter.

and your heart is beating faster and how it truly strains
against the ancient winds that now gale beneath her wings

Adore that stanza, it floats regally to the superb ending of your sweet refrain.

[David Scott]

I love the idea of grafting. In nature, we see the power of plants and trees when grafted. In poetry, we see the power of grafting ideas and thoughts together in new ways.
I love this write.

[m.s.early]

(: Thank you David. Don't forget skin grafts too! :)

[David Scott]

Ha... yes, but with skin it is just taking epithelium from one place to another. Not like grafting a flower to your forehead... Good point however..

[lee von cleef]

Tacos, I think Greek for faster and faster, as in the end of the toilet paper roll,
How , How did they do "it" all so well,
The Wealth of life their gift to us,
But, from our eyes, to theirs , where did they come with the strength to be just,
To just give,
Now the weight of them, sinks and turns the garden.
Oil the gate,
I am coming soon...
I love you so ,
Pard , I know.

[Ayvid N]

So haunting. Love never fails to return to roost. Beautiful and emotional pictures are drawn so expertly by you.


In the Spring, blooms suffered the stifling weeds
in the garden that grandmother planted before she died;

Stays with me.

[DaughterNature]

This is beautiful, very sweet and mostly calm, except for the intrusion of the mechanical. I think (and it's funny, because you just read my villanelle) that this would make a very good villanelle, especially with the first line as a question. Also, you mention pruning in one stanza, but then weeds choking out flowers in the next -- where is the pruning happening?

[m.s.early]

in this particular incident the pruning is taking place in the winter, but of course this isn't a real garden. the choking out was occurring in the spring, but somehow the winter caused an inventory to take place in the narrator and the guilt of secrets and other mental splinters needed to be weeded. granted, it's not consecutive order. i know, i know, multiple broken metaphors and such, but he had to get to her and a car was available so away he went to get the bird back to the sanctuary. thank you for the time you invest in my work. i certainly appreciate it :)

[DaughterNature]

ah, I see now!

[emmajoy]

'.. beckons you just further along the painted lanes, ~ and your heart is beating faster and how it truly strains ~ against the ancient winds that now gale beneath her wings.. '

My kind of poem, the outdoors full of natural life and sweet goings-on needing to be sifted and sorted into some relaxed but cohesive order .. depending on how you think, of course. Tis like you're having a chat with someone important in your life, inviting her to adventure into the More.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you so much for this keen review emma. so nice of you to stop by. you nailed it :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I felt the speed accelerate... the gears did shift, and you took my mind on a wonderful journey...
"A quest", if you will...

What a wonderful way to fly!...and I loved where we landed... Lovely!~xoxo~:)

[m.s.early]

(: thank you robbie :)