Three things

Three things

A Poem by eglantine

feet, bricks and rain

that's all this April Tuesday is:
my paper-smooth feet against sanctified,
red bricks as the sky wipes
away my tears with its own.

An old woman with a broken
face asked if I'd like to buy
seawater, 100% natural
and great for healing scars.
My skin tingled but I said no
and then went back to watching
my feet bathe, like fictional birds,
in a puddle the bricks had collected
just for me.

She shrugged and continued
walking down the street,
muttering about worms
living in the brains of the youth.

I hugged my scars close
like attic-light holds dust
and heard Lake Michigan
call out my secret name,
the one only my heart's tongue
speaks, over and over
with each wave-crash,
echoed through the rain.

© 2013 eglantine


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This poem was thouroughly satisfying and beautifully penned. I love the creativity and the direction this piece took. You gathered a collection of seeming unrealted thought and formed them into a magically touching poetic work. I find your imagination sees with a different light than most. I loved this poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

eglantine

11 Years Ago

always wonderful to read your reviews Jack. Thanks for stopping by!



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A very interesting piece... for me it speaks a lot of how the universe is all connected in some manner.

Posted 11 Years Ago


eglantine

11 Years Ago

merci!
Eglantine is a fantastic poet, and a joy to read. Everything done really well here, the strong first, physical line, then the clever anecdotal third verse, ending with the great visual imagery. A poem with no trace of a cliche, it never puts a word in the wrong place, complete in itself. Excellent

Posted 11 Years Ago


eglantine

11 Years Ago

thank you as always
The image that you created was excellent beyond words. It was beautiful and breathtaki.g. The first three words gave a vivid imagery themselves. I love the rain to death and i LOVED this poem. Always an admirer of your work:-):-):-D.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

eglantine

11 Years Ago

Aw good, I am glad you enjoyed it
This poem was powerful in a human kind of way. I could picture myself recalling the most awesome experiences of my past. Is this what you meant? I interpreted the scars to mean experiences that, although painful, are valuable. But either way, this piece was aptly written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


eglantine

11 Years Ago

Yes, that was what the scars meant :) Thanks for reading
Moving Mass

11 Years Ago

Thanks for writing! :)
another beauty from you...especially fond of the first stanza and the last stanza...the imagery is somewhere and everywhere and the feelings when reading this flow like the poem itself.
"i hugged my scars close" excellent line. too many to name.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


eglantine

11 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob
You are a talented painter. This scene you've created is vivid to the point of actual illustration - I can see what you've laid out so clearly. And yet underneath all of the showing runs a subtle current of feeling. Distinctive and wonderful as ever.

CM.

Posted 11 Years Ago


eglantine

11 Years Ago

aw thanks! :)
that third stanza was good stuff. Almost Diego Pazian in its face to face
commitment to speech and relationships. It takes great skill to introduce
another person in a poem however casual the relationship. I say this because
I have rarely done it. Yes people, but not people with voices. I am learning from you.

ps.
I too, as you know, live in Michigan but have never seen lake Michigan that you write
about so admiringly. It must be lovely.
dana

Posted 11 Years Ago


eglantine

11 Years Ago

haha, to me, Lake Michigan is a sacred home. Thanks as always for reading
Wow, love it eloquent words expressed well in a manner of beautiful poetic progression. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


really nice, very good imagery and style.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is my sort of poetry Eglantine. The soft, subtle images conjure a beautiful reflective atmosphere "like attic-light holds dust". I could read a book of this stuff. P.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

eglantine

11 Years Ago

aw thanks! And my first book, "Meraki" is actually going to be released this June by Olivia Eden Pu.. read more
Pete Langley

11 Years Ago

Cos I am. When it happens . we`ll fix it.

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