Simply Flowers~

a soldier~a field~ a little mother~

Here in lotus blossoms white

she curls galium 'neath her thighs

fingertips play cells in cello

he brings her caltha, gallant fellow

 

"Come here to me my darling son

the battles fought, lost, then won

permit me feed your weary soul

primula dipped in silky brew."

 

The field is dressed in sheets of iris

he leans against the bundled thyme bliss

woven from the mother's hair

herbs crushed against her skin, so fair

 

"Mother, love, I've lost my soul

left it back on some patrol

no iberis mead could heal

the hollow where my spirit kneels."

 

The woman tucks her son in close

against her blush heart of a rose

she cradles every broken trust

with sage she soothes his mind of rust

 

"My son, I am your mazus fair

I have the blood to heal what ails

your fragile soul, your burdened spine

I am the weaver called, Align."

 

"Mother, I am crushed with sorrow

bodies line yesterday, today, tomorrow

my hands are crusted mud from graves

oxalis memories in waves."

 

Here in tulips in first bloom

a mother shifts her spinning loom

she reweaves the dreams of her young man

until a boy, repatched, rests in her hand

 

And love is sorrow

sorrow love

gentiana petals

sun

a little mother

earth in womb

the body of her son

draped

blooms

a flag to place upon her mantle

a vase of bellis

heart dismantled

right

is wrong

so wrong

in right

her fists against the painting

fight

outside her window

field of blooms

her little boy

smiles clovers

plumes

 

 

copyright:2010vssmd/pa.inc

 

excerpt from

to be released August or September 2010

Reviews

[Jeffrey Gershom]

An wonderful and elegant poem. As I read it, I was taken back in time to what a mother may have felt from losing a son during World War I, where the innocence of the youth of the world was lost. With your sowing of flowers throughout your piece, I kept visualizing the colorful fields of France and Belgium in early spring. Remarkable work!

[FireWoman]

A mothers love for her child is like no other, it transcends death & Earthly pain. What a heartbreaking poem Selene, truly heartbreaking.

[Tate Morgan]

Your vocabulary is way beyond my own i comm nd you

[alan peter kelly]

nothing simple here...complex and dark despite the swimming flora...a little mother earth in womb...it swirls in oh so beauteous colorations to culminate in a perfect paradox in my perception...superlatives...you have heard them all before, im sure...so i will not bore you with some variant of what must be quite mundane by now ;)...sufficed to say...and that having been said...i think you're marvellous (blushes and then runs away like a silly teenage boy)

[Awdures]

Beautiful and breathtaking. I don't think I know this many flowers, and I feel ignorant! Delicate, truthful but beautiful. You have a wonderful way of looking at the world :)

[Kaite Seckinger]

I found this poem by chance a day or so ago, and since then, I have been unable to stop thinking about it. This is true so much, in fact, that I searched through hundreds of poems just to find it again. The depth of the words and your talent is just immense. This is probably the best piece of writing I've ever read because not only is it different, it's captivating. Thank you so much for sharing. :)

[Ruth]

""My son, I am your mazus fair

I have the blood to heal what ails

your fragile soul, your burdened spine

I am the weaver called, Align."".................BREATHTAKING!
As always love, a beautiful poem, the Mother can be taken literally or the Mother Earth here, to me :)
The use of flowers amidst turmoil, nostalgia, absolutely beautiful!
xx

[Coyote Poetry]

Such beauty in this poem. The more I read the poem. The more I like the story and the description with the use of the flowers. The poem was a great pleasure to read. You create art with your words. A very good ending to a outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[TAO]

I used to hate my mother. Somehow, this makes me think of her. I guess it's about time I let her know that I'm still alive. She's the easily worried sort.

Your poetry is consecrated in the purest sense of the word and should have standing same as that of the greats. Forgive me if this seems to be empty prattle; I assure you it's not. You're THAT GOOD. Of course, with you as you are, I am sure you are very much aware of that - assuming so, anyhow.

Ms. Selene, very well done, yet again. I swear, you are one of the few people in this world that will make me weary of saying that. :)

[lavina k.]

The articulation of this poem is very nice....
Awesome one...showing blend of emotions in it.....