Saturday, October 4, 2014

Winter's Table



credit:Ulrika Ekblom, Liselotte Forslin



Winter's Table



Harvest home binds the kisses,
sheaves the darkening hours--
your gathered caresses,
warm-rounded as gourds,
paint shadows under the fallen sun
on my breast of browning grass.

Set winter's table
with these discards of fall;
in candlelit evenings,
by last firefly's whispering,
everything's told:
how
gardens of the secret heart
have gone to seed,
full-blown.



~October 2014








55 secret seeds, blown away for the g-man, wherever he is and



Image attribution:
Fall in the Forest: Photo Ulrika Ekblom
Styling Liselotte Forslin, http://bit.ly/Zko1WF

No copyright infringement intended 

Autumn Leaves, 1924, by Georgia O'Keefe
May be protected by copyright. Fair use via wikiart.org

24 comments:

  1. This is incredibly lovely ... big sigh. Fall where I live seems to last forever, which I love.

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  2. Ah. Lovely. A lovely paen (sp) to aging love in all its forms--aging people/lovers, or even love itself that has aged and mellowed ==although this mellowing doesn't seem a cooling down truly! As it is quite sensual with all this gourdish word play--but it's all very lovingly and gently done--I especially like the close I think--well all of it--the discards of fall seem pretty good--and also perhaps like discards of THE fall--kind of nice to have a garden of this kind of knowledge (that is, of the secret heart.) k.

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    1. I am afraid I have edited it just a bit after you got here, k--I didn't like that first line. Thanks for the response I wanted though--a sigh, replete, which is how I find this fall.

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    2. Sheaves the darkening hours is just lovely--I can't remember what came before the binding of the kisses, but that certainly goes with the sheaves. I very much like the gathered caresses--a very nice notion--collecting something like that. My husband is telling me to hurry. Thanks! k.

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  3. I admire the sheaves of the darkening hour and setting of the winter's table with these discards of fall ~ Amazing 55 secret seeds ~

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  4. I hope Galen feels these kisses :) "Warm rounded as gourds" is gorgeous and this just gets me in the mood for fall! I'm so ready - actually hiking in the mountains with my college age daughter Sunday - Tuesday.

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  5. Lovely is the word. I hate to echo, but it's true. This has a delicacy and a light, pretty touch to it, without entirely abandoning the shadow side of things. Perfect, Joy.

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  6. Excellent image to muse on...I enjoy where you took it...especially the idea of the last firefly whispering...lovely, Hedge.

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  7. How glorious. I LOVE the photo of that late-fall table - is that in your back yard? Love your beautiful poem....sigh........it was a feast in here tonight.

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    1. Thank you Sherry. I found the pic on facebook--credits at the bottom of post.

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  8. Your poem in combination with the pictures are incredibly comforting!

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  9. You use the bliss of harvest so well, for me, what can I say but agree wholeheartedly with the testimonials above.. The better part of autumn indeed

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  10. May the seeds of poetry scatter far and wide and find fertile soil.

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  11. This reads like a chant... Something to sing to the silvery soul while smiling and thinking about all the good experiences (and that bad, too) which makes a person who they are.

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  12. but what has gone to seed will grow again on the other side of the great sleep...
    the last fireflies light conjures a cool image of intimacy around that table....

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  13. Such a beautiful poem of Autumn. Where I live there isn't much of a Fall...just slowly lowering temperatures.

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  14. how gardens of the secret heart
    have gone to seed,full-blown.

    It has finally outgrown itself. Given time it will! Wonderful write Joy!

    Hank

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  15. oh man, too many gourd jokes spring to mind. i am juvenile. this is lovely!

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  16. This piece gives a powerful sense of something larger, darker and 'other' lurking behind the otherwise familiar images of the season of change. All capped by a perfect resolution. Terrific poem in all regards.

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  17. love the ending, and all of it ~

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    1. Thanks, M--I truly appreciate you going back through the pages--I hope you don't feel that you are obliged to--I do understand when the social thing gets old, poetry or no poetry.

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