Castles

was thinking about Pablo Neruda....

CASTLES

(A note: within this poem I have quoted from 3 poems by Pablo Neruda. They are,

‘The Stolen Branch’

‘Maybe We Have Time’

‘Poetry’)

My Muse once said,

“Hey Red, let’s build a castle.” 

A safe place for words

to run, play, or hide

and finding them,

or living through their meaning

is like an architectural myth

springing from a forested kiss.

Let’s build a castle

with a really tall turret

that reaches all the way to the sky,

so we can hold hands

while leaping to distant horizons

as we create poems in red.

Or blue if you will, instead.

As long as they are new

and point to unknown

and challenging paths.

Poems that flower in 

avant garde and 

are harbingers of Spring.

oo0oo

“We shall climb over the wall

in the darkness of the alien garden,

two shadows in the shadow.”

In the night we shall go in

up to its trembling firmament,

and your little hands and mine

will steal the stars.”

(‘The Stolen Branch’~~Pablo Neruda)

oo0oo

Let’s build a castle

where the moat is deep

with human touch

and love is not only found

in roses blown by Summer wind,

in apricot scented skin

and sunlight reflected eyes,

but also found in the dusty corners

of cold, dampened rooms

and stairways

drafty with shadows.

For we need to rescue truth.

oo0oo

“Maybe we still have time

to be and to be just.

Yesterday, truth died

a most untimely death,

and although everyone knows it,

they all go on pretending.

No one has sent it flowers.

It is dead now and no one weeps.”

(‘Maybe We Have Time’~~Pablo Neruda)

oo0oo

Let’s build a castle-

stone, mortar, baked clay,

rising into the sky,

built on top of the ruins

of truth.

Let our hands shape 

a May day wind

blowing endless

like tears filling the ocean.

Let’s build a castle

where we can be warmed

by the hearths fire and the language

of words heats our hearts

and new truths spread out

like green grass

‘neath uncountable stars.

Our poems will be

like crashing waves

reshaping the rocky shores,

and like the claps of thunder

announcing life giving rain.

And in those days, years, forever...

oo0oo

“And it was at that age... poetry arrived...”

(‘Poetry’ ~~Pablo Neruda)

oo0oo

 Hey Muse,

let’s build a castle.

~~redzone

(Further notation: ‘Poetry’ is from a collection of Neruda’s poems called

‘Isla Negra: A Notebook’, 1964. Both ‘The Stolen Branch’ and ‘Maybe We Have Time’

are found in “The Captain’s Verses”, 1972)

Author's Note

thanks for reading...
I thought this song captured some of the spirit I wanted to capture in this, what is actually a "love poem"....
Captcha: amatrice

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

Ok this will make a good mental file to hide in as I try to escape Jacob's word incarceration jailhouse.
Love the Beauty of the flow, essence and word images on first read. I will savor this a while and return later.
Nice Nice...... Talk about falling in Love with Poets.......... Ok Red when can we run away? :-)

[redzone]

aaahh running away (or escaping) Jacob's jail huh... well you are more than welcome to stay in this castle.. and you can safely read his words in peace... where do you want to go Kate??? ;0)

[Cryingkate]

To the Castle of coarse :-) Where "We can steal the Stars"

[Pryde Foltz]

Let’s build a castle-
stone, mortar, baked clay,
rising into the sky,
built on top of the ruins
of truth.
Let our hands shape
a May day wind
blowing endless
like tears filling the ocean.

Gorgeous, gorgeous penning, Red.

[redzone]

Hi Pryde, I am glad you enjoyed... castles can be a place to rebuild truth... as our oceans contain way too many tears... so how are you doing in your "other places"???

[Pryde Foltz]

Very well … Curt … way too busy:)

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Here is the piece you spoke of with my beloved quoted in it. I use to say Poe was my first love but I think Neruda will be my last... Lol.. I need to stop falling in love with poets... Especially ones no longer here. Lol this is a lovely write Red... Just gorgeous and would make Pablo proud to be quoted in it. Well done my friend. :)

[redzone]

well Dead Poets do have their attraction, but those beating heart poets can set you ablaze or freeze your heart... but such is the way of poetry and poets... I prefer my poets alive and their hearts beating, myself... lol I'm glad you found this poem alive and well and "gorgeous" even.. thanks Kalypso for your kind words... ;0)

[wordman]

this sounds like a fun project red,especially on a summers day
and it is ok to borrow a line or two from time to time,hell they probaly stole them from a song anyway..

[redzone]

I am a big fan of Pablo Neruda's poetry and wanted to explore some of his words and use in a poem... not sure but don't think his poems ever came from songs, though I believe his words would make great songs...

Thats for your encouraging words and for reading...

[wordman]

you are welcome ,i am familiar with him, he was a great poet
just kidding about songs,but i`m sure it happens