Thursday, January 30, 2014

Three Flower Highway


Three Flower Highway




Three flowers I've had
to garden me along:
 first was the white highway
of dream into song.

Red fire was the second
from lightning's first born
struck cold from the flint
that was found in the storm.

Last, gentian blue stem,
  bud dark in the light,
unopened, uncolored
 sweet in the night.



~January 2014





55 words that have nothing to do with snow for      the g-man
(count includes the title)





Image: Blue Gentians, by John Singer Sargent, 1905
Public Domain via wikipaintings.org

21 comments:

  1. incredible cadence and easily perfect phrasing. this piece sings itself. I especially love the middle two lines in your center stanza. from lightning's first born/struck cold from the flint. this is creation right here.

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  2. If these metaphorical flowers are all gentians, then they got around! Whites come from New Zealand, reds from South America, and blue from North America. Ah, but your poem is talking about a journey of life, of years, not geography. There seems to be a kind of coming full circle here, beginning with dreams and ending with them, too.

    I love Sargent's paintings.

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  3. I'm enjoying all these flowers too! Can't wait for spring and some flowers in my yard.

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  4. First of all, I adore Sargent's paintings too. I know he painted oils, of course, but ADORE his watercolors the most. Have a whole big book of his watercolors… Dreams, Fire, Sweet "tonic" of memories perhaps … You know how to dream (I'm assuming this is from a dream, but if not, still lovely :)

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  5. I fell like I stepped into "The Secret Meaning of Flowers".

    - Alice

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  6. Ah, pretty - and I love that they garden you along -- all the verses individually beautiful, but the second I find especially resonant with the first born and the lightning. I am wondering about this red, white and blue aspect or the white, red and blue--but I am a bit tired to think too hard--so will accept just as beautiful. k.

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    1. Thanks, k. I meant nothing especially by having those three colors grouped together, just happened to be the colors I was looking at in my head. It's a bit insipid, with that sing-songiness, but I am in a laid back sort of place today and it suits my mood.;_)

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  7. I feel like I just stepped into a Pit of Poetry, and I can't get out
    The vortex of Metaphors is sucking me down.
    But in a beautiful and soothing way....:-)
    Loved your Patriotic 55
    Thanks for playing, thanks for making me so proud that you
    actually like doing this. Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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    1. At least its not the Polar Vortex. (My plan is to suck you down into the poetic quicksand until you are completely consumed by the possum demons.)

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  8. think i would rather the white highway to dream along....
    its interesting the use of red white and blue...probably
    unintentional but...ha...first born fire of the lightning
    was a cool touch joy.

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  9. Yes yes yes. I think it's an enduring poetic trope, asking what the third cup might contain, the one that is a result of the first two. (And Jung had the gall to tell us that out of that third one comes the one -- huh?) Gentian was Rilke's flower of transformation, growing up there on the mountain of the spirit; Pynchon's Enzian was so named in "Gravity's Rainbow," the blue-black flower of Africa plucked by a German rocket battalion commander whose name meant Death. Anyhoo, the dark spectra of the gentian are the most compelling among the flowers pressed into my book. "unopened, uncolored, / sweet in the night." A-men.

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    1. The power of threes is an old one--as strong as the goddess, and the risen One and his cohorts, and magical in its own right--I've only borrowed its song here, but it is a hard one to tune out sometimes.. Thanks B, for reading, and your fascinating sidelights about Rilke and Pynchon--Gentians have a color that is almost unearthly blue, and that was indeed the mystery of dark I was going for.

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  10. And which shall we chose!? Interesting, well-penned. I liked it.
    -HA

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  11. Why didn't I write this? Why, why, why?

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  12. This is gorgeous! Love the "white highway of dream into song".

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  13. I see you've woven another spell and cast it into the light, where the colors and scents will fill our minds in secret, subliminal, singing and sinking until it takes root. :) ~

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  14. Good one! I especially like the second verse- thanks

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  15. In my little corner of the world, gentian roots are dug up and put in white wine to make a "digestivo" called Genziana. Too bitter for me but very popular in our province.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg