Hyacinths and Pressed Palms

An Offering

 

I dreamt of being nestled

In a field of purple Hyacinths

Joined by pressed palms

I harvest a bouquet and

Offer them to those that

Gather with and around me

 

Some come with their own

Offerings of white roses

Or pink carnations

Others bring bowls of

Lemons and sacks of salt

Lining the edges of my serenity

 

They stand in stones and

Broken brittle branches

Their feet bare and mouths open

Not of fragrant flowers of forgiveness

But thick dust and cobwebs

Of irreconcilable differences

 

Not even in my dreamscapes

Is liberty assured but, in the waking,

I can drink the lemons and

Gargle the salt, cleansing my body

And the words from my throat

That would keep me from absolution

 

For those that are wanting it

This is my offering

Hyacinths and pressed palms

I ask for nothing in return

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear P
That was an interesting dream; first the offering of flower and palms, a very caring and giving gesture, then the givings were sparse, meager because these folks were not equal to the first group…… which brings up the problem of inequality….. and freedom…. I like the way you presented it….. food for thought….. warmly, B

[jaye river]

i love everything about this, it's just beautiful. the sensory details of lemon and salt, the colors, alliteration, just lovely

[Patricia]

thank you kindly jaye

[emmajoygreen]

Life is all giving and taking.. perhaps for more than less these days. To offer self with thoughts and invisible actions is a way of showing you have learned your 'you', what you are from deep inside. To forgive self is to forgive others.. we all can become a rolling stone referring to each line of your words, your beautiful words, Patricia. This is more than a poem, this is prayer, offering, love.

'For those that are wanting it
This is my offering
Hyacinths and pressed palms
I ask for nothing in return'

[Patricia]

Thank you emma! forgiveness, I really want that burden lifted, so I do my best to forgive. Thank you for your kind words.

[emmajoygreen]

Patricia, is often the people who ask for forgiveness who have no need to ask because, dear friend, they are aware of their frailties or what that see as faults. It is the arrogance and vanity of those who assume they are perfect who need for what they might never receive. You write beautifully , you offer yourself in so many ways and thoughts. Truly dear lady, you are human and more.

[Patricia]

aww bless you love! Thanks for that :)

[Zoe Richardson]

Omg...this is gorgeous! It has such imagery, such depth. Salt and lemons are something I use in my own poems, although not the way you have. I love how you use the salt, lemons, and flowers, to paint a picture of forgiveness. At least, that is how I read it. I think this one will resonate with me (and make me slightly jealous) for some time.

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly Zoe! You are very sweet. I am glad this touched you. That's what it is all about. Hugs!

[Lorry]

This has a feel of acceptance to it. In a beautiful dream setting, nothing is permanent, as your dream interruptions may not be as bizzare as they seem and their point may well be to think of all those interruptions within a very contemplative setting and see what and why they have any meaning in your waking life.
And at least you could make use of the lemons and salt, so perhaps that is a sign of sense prevailing, even when the scene becomes nonsense and you wake with a shake of your head, thinking "well that was weird, but let's see what the real today shall hold.
Hopefully less bizarre Ness 😊

[Patricia]

amazing how dreams can be poetic and meaningful. The muse comes in many forms when your mind is open.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia... I have made my Contrition in a silent field of flowers where Angel wings cover the sins of seedlings. Your poetry is inspiring and gives one a feeling of forgiveness. softly, Pat

[Patricia]

Thank you Pat :) it can be a struggle sometimes but I am working on it.

[Patricia Wedel]

It is lovely to Forgive.. and sets us Free. softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Liberty may never be a sure thing, but maybe absolution is.

"Lemons and sacks of salt/ Lining the edges of my serenity"
love those two lines the best.
Offering and wanting nothing in return...that means something.
j.

[Patricia]

thank you kindly j.

[John the Baptist]

Has a religious sound to it, but I get the feeling it is more universal than that. The speaker and the people described are seeking an absolution and are doing so by means of a personal act, rather than going through a formal religious ceremony. The speaker only offers the flowers and the praying hands, asking nothing in return. Such a humble heart will not be turned away.

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly John