wildflower for emily burns.

 

 

   A simple facture, on a hill,

   (the first impulse of man is physical)

   Plunder for the ebbing servants;

   Seneschal to Gods estate, immortal

   as a tune.

 

 

   I have learned not only their names but

   their plumage; whois poignant,

   who is not. Who's leaves can be

   placed under the tongue or

   who's burnished venom may

   ride you into sleep.

 

 

   I have paired them together (as romance)

   some by name, some by wood; forgotten

   those marked for satisfaction.

   The Milfoil that preferes the fence line

   and the Linnaeans

   would rather poverty than moss..

   I understand.

 

 

   It is true father

   That hustling lames power the bell

   as their sound foils all rebellion...                   hder

 

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

I always come back to words like these

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'wildflower of emily burns'
h d e rushin,
The mystery of texture, fragrance and sound within a visit with nature is like a special occasion. That is how a felt when reading your poem. It is kind of complex as I read it through a couple times examining the possible feeling behind it. I like the title as it gives a feeling of a gift to an actual person within this outside experience.
'The milfoil that prefers the fence line
and Linnaeans
would rather poverty than moss...
I understand.
Descriptive to where I feel I can see what you see.
Bless you and I hope you continue to be inspired.
Kathy

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

note to self: OK, stop getting distracted....have read this a few times, looked up a few words
I love how the bulk of this piece is such a personal experience, and the beginning and end are sort of pointing out the folly outside of the natural beauty and simple joys of this important human experience...even a brilliant painting and the things that rule the earth cannot compare to this eternal bliss..it IS the profound art and music contained in the countryside experience...you have understandings and relationships with its characters..you have equal respect for its joys and dangers...it's I who am humbled..I see now, in retrospect, that I had some growing to do before I visited this place..I'm gonna visit a poem of yours a day if my soul can handle it

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I've reviewed my review and it sounded better when I was thinking it, lol, but oh well, I soaked in the experience and I'm blaming my lack of eloquence on sleep deprivation

[Emily B]

sunshine on a foggy morning

[Emily B]

can i include this sweet-smelling pansy in my garden bouquet?

[SLW]

This is incredible. I love the reference to God's eternal music. The euphemism of being "ridden into sleep" is also stunning. A wonderful poem.

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. wow ... stunning work ... the inspiration is stunning too ...
. loved the title too ...

[Emily B]

it is an amazing thing to be wandering through the fields and find a bunch of wildflowers with your name attached, unseen hands taking care to bring a gift just where you needed it most

i am most ecstatic that i could inspire words like these