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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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

[Jibey]

A beautiful celebration of life.. and hope..

[Maurice]

"~Two miracles. . . .
there are many more. . . .
just waiting for you
to happen~"

This poem in itself is quite miraculous.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Sadly, for reasons of my own, this poem makes me think of my mother and her best friend, my namesake. I was named after my mother’s best friend, Linda Marie, who died trying to abort her baby with a coat hanger. For years, I thought how awful it was to be named after someone who died in such a fashion. Yet, when I think on it now, I realize that I was named after her ‘best friend,’ someone that she cared for deeply. While I don’t agree with abortion, neither do I like the idea of anyone dying in such a fashion because they’ve had to make a decision in between a rock and a hard place.

I guess it was the whole bucket of love thing - the doll in the bucket - that made me think of this, that made me think of all the unwanted babies that have been unwanted and unloved, and how much more beautiful the world would be if indeed a bucket of love were lifted on butterfly wings, spilling love across a brocade of souls.

Life seems so littered at times, and it’s truly the gifted who can see beyond to the beauty within.

You always transcend!

Linda Marie

[Liz Alexander]

I love it...

[Michael of Gilead]

I really like this, it's more than a poem, it's a story of enlightened beauty

[Kerry O'Connor]

because love isn't always in heart cutouts
and greeting cards...

These words really shone for me as I read your poem. They will stay with me for a long time.

[Robin]

the light that shines from this poetry permeates the soul ~