Red Flower
I try to imagine the poem
you'd write if you thought
about such things,
what you would say about
a torn red flower or
the racket of the crickets.
I can’t find
a single word.
only the fitful ash and fleeing smoke
of our days, and the
last winter bruises fading
to summer yellow.
March 2012
55 torn petals for the G-man
Image: A Pot of Geraniums, Odilon Redon, oil on canvas
Public Domain, courtesy wikipainitings.org
i am glad at least the bruises are fading...the ash and the smoke is a bit sad...def speaks more to brooding...come on sun shine that light...smiles...
ReplyDeletehope you have a blast this weekend hedge
Yeah--it's rained for three days straight so gloomy here but tomorrow the sun will be out, and I expect to have a blast with the grandson.
DeleteLovely...enjoy the sunshine and the grandson :)
ReplyDeleteI am glad it is fading to summer yellow...The weather here has been marvelous...warm and sunny ~ Enjoy your day ~
ReplyDeleteThis is extremely atmospheric and moody, with an undercurrent of tenderness. I find myself very curious as to what prompted you to write this. I don't suppose it matters what inspired it...it's here and it's haunting.
ReplyDeleteMoody Broods. That would make a good name for a band.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately you Okies suffered thru a Real Winter.
ReplyDeleteWe were an Anomoly this year...I'll Take It!
Loved your 55 Joy
Beautiful words always flow from The Hedgewitch.
Thanks for playing, enjoy the warmth of your family,
and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Well, we had a pretty puny winter by Michigan standards, but it was enough for me. Thanks for the positive flow, and have a weekend replete with kick-assingness yourself.
Deletevery evocative and a bit sad but very beautifully written. here's to brighter days.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone. I'm quite cheerful at the moment, so all's well, and I'll be around to read everyone's 55's on Saturday.
ReplyDeleteI've read this a number of times. I find it neither happy, nor sad - perhaps it is more pondering, looking back.
ReplyDeleteI like flower :)
ReplyDeleteThere's a bittersweetness to this. It lingers. Sometimes, maybe, words aren't even necessary.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the matter-fact of nature of this, Joy. Maybe it is the title, but I did think Red Wheelbarrow when I read...that same kind of 'flow' (well, to my untrained ear). Last two lines are brilliant. ~ a
ReplyDeleteOohh, bruises fading to summer yellow is one of a kind image for sure. I did not see this as a season though but person, in which case it has a very definite chill. K.
ReplyDeleteGeraniums always herald the sun, so a torn flower is very sad, suggesting as it does the end of warmth - delightful words and picture...
ReplyDeleteThanks H -- Sometimes the flower of what isn't needn't be a flower at all to yet bloom, even here, even now. Thank Blake for saying, "as the eye is form'd, so are its Powers." Wallace Stevens' Elysium was an insurance beat in Hartford, fer Crissakes ... Enjoy the family time - Brendan
ReplyDeleteThe interminable distance, sad, but even the distance fades like the bruises. Lovely poem, Hedge. Glad to know you're all right.
ReplyDeleteThis is a perfect portrait in miniature: filled to the corners with colour and emotion. You do 55 words in grand style.
ReplyDeleteYup, it's a bruise-fading day here today. Your picture of the sad geranium fits the tone of the verse perfectly too.
ReplyDeleteI think the brused fading moments make the crisp dawn breaking days much more vibrant and worth the celebration
ReplyDeleteenjoy your moments with your grandson
Thanks everyone. The insanity is about to begin here, but I will be around over the weekend to return visits.:)
ReplyDeleteTaste of ashes...I'm learning that. Beautiful poem in its pain. Wishing you strength and peace.
ReplyDeleteyou couldn't find a single word but you could fill the next four lines full of knock me on my ass great.
ReplyDeletethe racket of the crickets... wow, that's great.
ReplyDeleteI have one word for this poem: profound.
(Whatever insanity is about to begin, may it be short-lived. Peace to you, Joy.)
This is beautiful, and hits home pretty hard. Hope your spring blooms unexpectedly beautiful.
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