The Alchemist

The Alchemist

A Poem by jeRRy.whaLLey
"

she is a force of Nature: elemental

"

As a child She watched the sky
and saw the dreams of wind.
            She listens now to the trees.

While reading the sea
She heard the songs of
                   waves gathering there.

She is enamoured of
the dance that fire makes
                 returning light from ash.

She lay on the ground
and embraced the deep
                 longing ache to become.

She is imminence, She
made this place under
                     Moon and under Sun.

Bracing, She is
ready for the anguishes,
the blood and the Holy transfiguration!

© 2008 jeRRy.whaLLey


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I feel this is a poem in two halves. I am less keen on the last three triplets because they don't have the cleaness of the first three. But the opening is wonderful and expressed with a beautiful simplicity.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I am not so sure of the ending...I don't know, umm, maybe it came a little soon for me, and is hard to reckon...in that I might not 'get it'.

But I just love each stanza, the flow and beauty of the words creates a sense of nature within the poem, within the mind, that is quite serene. Like the Mother is your muse, and you the scribe of creation...maybe, and I wish I knew what I just said.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a read... I am impressed. you really made me speechless.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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From stars we came, to stars we return - Here we have Mother Earth/ Nature/ the Holy She embracing the sky, then the ocean, then the fire. You're tracing the beginnings of life. "Bracing, she is ready for the anguishes, the blood and the Holy transfiguration" It's time for the ending and it ends in a dance of light that either destroys or redefines the planet. It is time to give birth to that star. Just checking in with facts as I think you're saying it. This is the Alchemist - the not malicious moderator of the change. She's indifferent to the plight and plaints of the individual, but is the inner workings of time and light and life. On to the Treasure Map in words.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As I read this I felt nature fully. It is a beautiful work. You have a wonderful rhythm in this and the repetition of she phrases makes me sway. Thank you for your review of Extinct. You have written a very good poem here.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely write Jerry!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautiful poem - a wonder of Nature and the Sublime - truly an endearing and stunning write. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

She is clearly one with nature and a magical creature in her own right. This was a lovely dreamy read that made me feel at peace and enchanted by every word.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

experiencing nature...the dreams of wind... the clouds and the movement of limbs and leaves.
then again... reading the sea
and another... watching nature's art with the chemical reaction of fire
then... laying on the ground aching to feel her place in nature
finally.... she experiences that oneness as "blood and the Holy transfiguration!"
not the normal melding with nature... but to feel the life and death cycle in this way is a beautiful picture.
I enjoyed this very much.
papaed

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Once she was captivated with clear skies,
A world dreamed forever without end.
A haze now sits on that same horizon,
It chokes the trees it birthed.

And the sea spoke welcome, every ripple
Of sand clear beneath a crystal embrace,
Laying star like upon the water submerged
of all ears, the fish and dolphins chattered.

The sun danced on the hearth all winter long,
Making fondness of stone and wood and snow.

The snow, its been melting away ever since.
Just waiting to blanket the sky once more,
Like a holy shroud taking back tomorrow.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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North Vancouver, Canada



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