Fiadhaich ast--earrach

Birds are flying in very own song
Around-----------------throught
Messengers of wild spring
In slow-motion-of-silent-wings





Silver -black-birches are dying
In -slow-rotten-fall------------------
Disolving into living grounds
Vanished for sacrifice of beauty



Authenticity for one season
Escalating weather
In circle of open birth-----open death
Sanctuary --moments




I am still here---------in--------------
My wife
Sunshine of sunlflowers
In dawn of falling---night---clothes---

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The descriptions provide the reader with wonderful images even if the sight of dead birches is far from desired. Your writing is visceral and filled with pathos.

[Eilis]

This made me think of a person describing the course of an entire day as though they stood in one spot to watch every little thing that happened. Almost like they had found the power to stop time, but only for themselves so that everything else kept doing its thing around them.

It also feels like a celebration of life and death. Like a grasping at balance and a wish to understand or explain how both of these things lead to good. For example, the leaves that fall and become contributors to next year's blooms. I love that cyclical aspect.

But, for me, the final stanza brought in the human element, and somehow made everything seem to begin moving again. I love that stanza in its entirety. The movement of the last line and the way that 'my wife' bounces off of 'sunshine on sunflowers' and makes me think of the person and the flower as kindred spirits. There's something quite beautiful in that.

This is a poem that makes me think of what you said about Mary Oliver. Embracing the natural world and the simplicity of an idea. How that can lead to something living and complex.

[Wayfaring stranger]

You are completly right in your interpratation . We were take brake from building of our garden shed. We went on the hill where is old cementary from 19 century. This place is quiet magical -you reallly feel like tima have it stop. Like there is no sound come in and sound come out.


I saw at woods so many rotten birch trees like they slowly disolving and became ground for new soil it's see cycle of life in slow run movie.


On the end of a poem i wanted put it some human aspect. Not just observation but also human presence . My wife is also reflecting mine presence and on the end i want to put something epic. Like falling clothes can be also invitation to create another new human life.

I try to use more ordinary words and scenery. To let real life to became part of my poems. It's quiet hard for me. But i feel here . I am really on good way.


Thank you again. By the way how is looks like with your new writing. It will come soon or is still in mind proces? I hope you are doing fine.

[Eilis]

Sounds like a magical moment. And it definitely transfers to the atmosphere in the poem. I really enjoyed it. And, yeah, I thought that end did have that epic feel like you said. It had impact.

I haven't really written anything else since those last two poems I posted. Well, I have a few, (there's one on my page I still have unpublished), but I'm not sure they are poems I will share here as they are very personal. I may put one up soon. I'll have to see. I'm just very busy lately and don't have much time to write or think about writing. I hope the summer will give me a little more time. I'm doing well, thanks. I hope you are too.