Love's Bucket~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was a tiny little girl born in a back alley

somewhere in a contraction of time

when god forgot to pay attention

for this one crucial moment

that may change the world

and that’s a big maybe

and really not likely

and probably not

but let's imagine

and believe for a moment

 

She came in on a tide of whispers

and not blood

settled light as a breath into crumpled up newspapers

inside a bucket

of Love

because love isn't always in heart cutouts

and greeting cards

sometimes

it is carved into the side

of a plastic bucket

that no one notices

until SHE walks by

looking for dreams

to feed her lens

 

The tiny girl could have lain there for an eon

not being bound by god's rules

since IT hadn’t notice her to begin with

and was busy besides, picking apart a satellite

and causing all kinds of mischief

surfing the milky way

but . . . .

SHE strolled by

paused

the toe of her boot captivated

by a discarded doll

in a powder blue dress

long eyelashes

little arms torn out long ago

by a child's enthusiastic embrace

 

HER lens pulled the doll through

into its sweet chamber

and then SHE saw the bucket

and the bucket said

Love's

and from inside the bucket of love

a tiny girl

no bigger than a lotus blossom

peered over the edge

periwinkle eyes like saucers

and SHE marveled

but didn't question

because SHE saw much more than her lens

often times wished

the lens would eat

the realness of the unreal

and spread it in black and white precision

across those billboards taken up by ideals of beauty

that caused so many problems for young women

who weren't the perfect size 0

 

SHE bent over the bucket of love

smiled

and HER smile was the kind of smile that could truly

and really

save a world

if it bothered to pay attention

which it rarely did

and too bad for the world

 

The tiny girl pulled herself up on the edge of the bucket

smiled back

"I remember you." sang the girl

SHE opened her palm

and this tiny little blossom of a girl climbed into its center

took up residence along HER love line

because that's where she was remembered

and this is why SHE loves

like SHE does

 

In a back alley

somewhere in a contraction of time

roses have decided to bloom

and caterpillars have come to weave their cocoons

inside a plastic bucket

that belonged to love;

and god played in the milky way

deciding which worlds to shake up

make up

while a stream of butterflies swam out of silken cocoons

and lifted a plastic bucket into the air

spilling love across a brocade of souls

and making atoms dizzy in a storm of wings

as SHE uncurled her long fingers

and HE stepped through the atmospheric

threads

which were busy doing sparkly things

and kissed HER love line

understanding everything

and thank goodness a god was off playing somewhere

in a galaxy

far

far away

and didn't notice

 

~Two miracles. . . .

there are many more. . . .

just waiting for you

to happen~

 

 

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poemcopyright:2010vssmd/pa.inc

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Reviews

[writing mojo]

Well, now I have to come up with some special thing to match all those little glowy things I go through inside when I read your stuff, but it's too late I only remember the spark near the begining off the lightning of the dreamscape you weather
how many stanzas does it take for your poetry to figure skate me?
an infinty of twirls I could compare but it would take time
between being a memory or ghost to conjure language
in that unsorted feeling and I have not shed enough human being ...good stuff

[Goodbye]

What a magical trip you take me on with your little girl in the bucket with Periwinkle eyes...I always feel like I'm slipping into another dimension where anything is possible. So, so wonderful.

[.]

what an enchanting write..it's etheral innocence, delighfully crafted...This grabbed my attention so quickly, you have a way of pulling the reader into your world and finding little gems along the way, you metaphor and phrase is other worldly, I don't think many people think, see or hear the way you do..and when you let us in, it's like walking into a wonderland..a favourite

[Rikkevi Rue]

all your blessings are precious! thank you for sharing them so unselfishly and exuding your special brand of edification-truly. EVERY write is great!!! this just pushes the envelope further out there...it probably opens into about six other universes by now!

[Rikkevi Rue]

the soul is written out and rises into the air in an angelic mist which rises as vapors and forms into clouds, the clouds grow dark and drown the world with their tears but as the tears are pulled to the bosom of the earth they transform to the gentle opaque aqua of life and the soil explodes with the vibrancy of life which blooms into a flower growing in a garden in Selene's back yard, pleased by the flower a thought then blossoms in her mind and pours out through her sol into the ink, and as her readers are swept up into the breathtaking beauty of her world an angelic mist emits from them and rises into the air...

[Cafe Reader]

I was reading through your comments after I read your magic, and realized part of the gift you have is giving it away in different forms to your readers. Goddess.

[SpokenWord]

I have to wonder if God is paying attention or just has a hands off approach to all this on earth. I imagine after watching us for so long we are either hopeless or no longer interesting to God. The second thing I noticed is how love is redefined from cut out hearts all pretty to something more real as in the bucket. That little bucket may not seem like love but it was protecting the girl in side of it. I then notice how you stripped God of gender "IT" which to me is appropriate more than the world would like to believe. Of couse you then give a gender to God of She which made me smile even more. I know the world will absolutely not even consider the possiblity that God's gender could ever be female. The world would die into eternal darkness before considering that.

My favorite sectin is this "across those billboards taken up by ideals of beauty
that caused so many problems for young women
who weren't the perfect size 0" Thank you for speaking out against this issue. I believe it is new cause as it really pisses me off.

I think the whole poem is a ruby gem, it is rich with concepts and opinions that need to be heard, thought about and action taken on it. I love this poem!

[the_stoic]

the richness of the imagery along with the tenderness of the subject moved me . awesome mam 1

[My Fair Lady]

I like when she looks for dreams to feed her lens.

[Brad]

you are the QUEEN of metaphors.....oh who am i kidding...you're also the KING of metaphors as well...you're like...a hermaphrodite of metaphors...bahahahahahaha....

all kidding aside, i always love your slant on philosophy