I feel this is a poem in two halves. I am less keen on the last three triplets because they don't have the cleaness of the first three. But the opening is wonderful and expressed with a beautiful simplicity.
I am not so sure of the ending...I don't know, umm, maybe it came a little soon for me, and is hard to reckon...in that I might not 'get it'.
But I just love each stanza, the flow and beauty of the words creates a sense of nature within the poem, within the mind, that is quite serene. Like the Mother is your muse, and you the scribe of creation...maybe, and I wish I knew what I just said.
From stars we came, to stars we return - Here we have Mother Earth/ Nature/ the Holy She embracing the sky, then the ocean, then the fire. You're tracing the beginnings of life. "Bracing, she is ready for the anguishes, the blood and the Holy transfiguration" It's time for the ending and it ends in a dance of light that either destroys or redefines the planet. It is time to give birth to that star. Just checking in with facts as I think you're saying it. This is the Alchemist - the not malicious moderator of the change. She's indifferent to the plight and plaints of the individual, but is the inner workings of time and light and life. On to the Treasure Map in words.
As I read this I felt nature fully. It is a beautiful work. You have a wonderful rhythm in this and the repetition of she phrases makes me sway. Thank you for your review of Extinct. You have written a very good poem here.
She is clearly one with nature and a magical creature in her own right. This was a lovely dreamy read that made me feel at peace and enchanted by every word.
experiencing nature...the dreams of wind... the clouds and the movement of limbs and leaves.
then again... reading the sea
and another... watching nature's art with the chemical reaction of fire
then... laying on the ground aching to feel her place in nature
finally.... she experiences that oneness as "blood and the Holy transfiguration!"
not the normal melding with nature... but to feel the life and death cycle in this way is a beautiful picture.
I enjoyed this very much.
papaed
Once she was captivated with clear skies,
A world dreamed forever without end.
A haze now sits on that same horizon,
It chokes the trees it birthed.
And the sea spoke welcome, every ripple
Of sand clear beneath a crystal embrace,
Laying star like upon the water submerged
of all ears, the fish and dolphins chattered.
The sun danced on the hearth all winter long,
Making fondness of stone and wood and snow.
The snow, its been melting away ever since.
Just waiting to blanket the sky once more,
Like a holy shroud taking back tomorrow.
love is a sphere which has its center everywhere, and its circumference nowhere; longing is the compass, always pointing there
To write properly and clear,
Is in part, the goal.
To write simply, and .. more..