thirty second stream

for all my goodbyes

a blossom comes

grinning like a Buddha child

with eyes wide

wondering

falling from grace

as it sits enthroned on ice

palpable to no one and

nothing

mattering little as

she waits

flattered by gazes

empty and waiting

for more...

hungry tongues

wagging

chivalrous hearts

asleep forevermore

 

goodbye sweet grace of morning

 

hallowed whispers

cadences of mourning

and spices

that linger in darkness

steep into crevices, to wait

burning ink memories into flesh

swaying crystals

drawing back 

to moments

best laid to rest

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Okay, for the longest time I didn't review this poem for one reason. I simply did not understand this poem. So today when I came across this poem yet one more time, I decided to try to dig in. The first five lines seem to say that although sad, goodbyes bring us to a new times in life. And these times have the chance to be wonderful times.

Perhaps the next four lines allude to our reluctance to embrace these changes because we fear the unknown.

The remainder of the first stanza seems to be referring to something as if it were female. I am led to believe by this single line that follows the first stanza, that the remainder of that first stanza was referring to the morning.

The final stanza seems to allude to death. Use of the word mourning and the word spices makes me think this. This is because there was a time when spices were an integral part of burial rituals. you then talk about darkness and crevices and memories burning into flesh.

All of this culminates with the last three lines, which for me, tie the entire form together, leading me to believe that this entire poem is a commentary on life itself, a commentary that compares life to a day ... morning, changes in life and evening and darkness (death). I believe that it discusses how we must embrace change and look forward to the new chapter that this change will open in our lives. How yes, we will have memories, and some will burn, to live life we must lay these memories down and move forward with the business of living.

Now I may be way off base but this is what I got from this poem. It made me work, and you know what a stickler I am for punctuation, which I will not slap your wrist about. But all in all, a very challenging and interesting read.

[.......]

it's a lonely stream of consciousness, so very well written.

[Crowley]

That was exceptional...the languid pace, I love the title, guessing meaning stream of consciousness because that is kind of what I got from reading it. Everything fit together in more of a surreal than real way. But the vivid sensations from well placed adjectives made this alive, spices, crevices whispers, cadences....yeah alive.. I really liked it.

[Ed Hart]

finding another fine poet at this site is a real joy for me