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!

[KatiePie]

Your work is my drug. Just so you know.

[Black_Rabbit]

Makes your heart bloom :)

[Marianne]

A deeply touching journey seen through the eyes of mother and soldier son ~ the interchange/dialogue is deeply empathetic and powerfully portrays the wasteful exercise of war, and the consequent sorrow which pierces the hearts of mothers around the world.
Brilliant writing, Selene :)

[Dream Weaver]

Loved the opening stanza and what lies in between
to the ending. Simply smashing, Selene....

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

"I am the weaver called Align."

I love this line and the name ascribed to the mother, as if she can align the stars and make everything right again.

I wrote a poem some time ago that incorporated the names of many flowers as well so I can appreciate the beauty of this.

[Brad]

my dear, are you rhyming? i love it...i can never do something rhyming without it sounding corny...another great weave, spinderella

[Ed Hart]

a lullaby for our sickened world, and i have tears

[Robin]

this poem has dismantled my heart , releasing a flood of memories ...

[the_stoic]

ah ! what an enervating write .. only a mother can save her son from nemesis .. couldn't quite understand the way you broke the stanzas towards the end (i am not that knowledgeable) . the lines ended rhyming although not once they seemed to be forced . loved the way you infused the entire picture with flowers . glad to read this .

[Sharon]

Beautiful

Restful garden of mother love.
Earth drapes the best flowers of all.