Roots

For Frieda...this is not at all what I set out to write, but what can you do? The muse has a mind of its own. Still needs work.

Let me unwrap the tender folds

of your broken wings

paste together a semblance

of your long forgotten perfection

before the dawn came and crashed 

your fellow soldier to the ground

before the night spilled

its ugly venom behind the curtain

of your sacred door.

Let me speak soft whispers

your soul can borrow

to glue the dust of your 

precious cistern back together

fasten all the doors and stand 

a towering stalwart guard upon 

your gates, that noone

no thing can enter

that is not first handed a key. 

(Fire from my eyes shoots down 

the enemy that dares to look and

becomes a pillar in ash

under my righteous indignation)

Let me lead you inside a cool spring

baptizing with the palm of my hand

the ripples of your discontent and

the bruises too fresh to have

disappeared completely

under years of rocky misunderstanding.

Let me shower

with hushed incantations

the hills, the valleys

of your scars,

wash away the salt film you bathe in 

hoping tears will equal reasons

remove the shroud of mourning

the christening veil of pain

that shields you from a new day.   

Let me take your hand 

lay you down in a field of daisies

(a tattered angel fallen to the earth)

cradle your head on a cloud of felt

under the tree of life

caress the wrinkles from your brow

rock you in a warm embrace and

hold you gently, as you dig

your roots deep down

into the dark, rich soil.

And when you find rock

a solid place to plant your feet

Let me cover you until you 

arise

ready to stand

and look into the light

of this brand new day.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

well i like this piece...and of course, see it in my own way...it speaks to me of someone who is a lover. and she is with someone who has been really hurt...she will heal his wounds...she will get rid of the salt that stings...she will make him believe in love again.

she is his angel.

i understand this one...been involved now with someone quite similar.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Very nice...yes, that works! Thanks for reading and leaving your thoughts...they are always very appreciated!

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This is fabulously brilliant! Rich, compassionate, bursting with tenderness.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I see so much empathy in this. I am a sucker for empathy ... this reminds me of the closing of words of Sen. Robert Kennedy who was scheduled to make a political speech in Indianapolis on the evening of the day that Martin Luther King was killed. Instead he took about 5 minutes to address the mostly black crowd about that sad event. he closed with ...

"Let us dedicate ourselves to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago: to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world."

On that night ... Indianapolis was one of the few large U.S. cities that did not endure widespread riots and unrest.

You remind me of those words almost every time I talk to you. You are like a warm breeze through humanity, whose purpose is to dedicate yourself to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago: to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

That seems like what you are always going about doing. This poem is just more of the same.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is possibly the nicest, most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me...now I'm speechless.

[Kristina Moulaison]

...and that speech is one of my favorites of his. Listened to it with the kids again the other day.

[quinfinn]

alas, my angel was taken,called to eternity by the great spirit...but i will see her again someday. this is a beautiful write, laced with tender leaves of metaphor and beautiful persuasion. very nice poem.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you for your beautiful words...I am so sorry for your loss...those are such feeble words, I know. Thanks so much for reading and sharing. It means a lot to me!

[quinfinn]

your words do much more than you know, thank you. should you care to know more, read my poem "memory of a lifetime" or my short essay "on my sleeve"

[Kristina Moulaison]

I will...thank you again!

[quinfinn]

you are indeed welcome.

[Frieda P]

Just can't stay away, I needed another fix.

[Kristina Moulaison]

I like that!!

[Frieda P]

Truly honest to God speechless, you own my tears right now, and apparently my soul too. I can't even explain the depth to which this touched me, I really can't get another word out, other than I'm in love with you forever! ;-)

[Kristina Moulaison]

Oh my god! That was a much better response than I could have hoped for. All of my poetry will now have to be dedicated to you! :)

[Frieda P]

haha, seriously, I'm awe stricken with respect, you reached down into my soul with that one! Took my breath away, when someone gets it, it's like fireworks in psyche for me!

[Kristina Moulaison]

I'm really glad! It was very emotional writing it for you. I did not want to be too presumptuous, but it didn't really work out that way. : ) I got caught up and did a little soaring of my own. I was happy with the result though and relieved that you liked it too!

[Frieda P]

Geez you're gonna make me cry again, and I'm so not a crier! I don't like it, I love it....saved it to my desktop already.

[Kristina Moulaison]

My heart is very full! Blessings to you! xoxo

[Frieda P]

I'm sure mine is fuller ;)
You've touched a lot of hearts here xox