Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Repost: Gratitude

Mayon volcano, Philippines

is a kind of ash
that blows in volcano wind,
falling opal featherscales hissed
off by firesnakes that coil
their islands in the sea,
all we have left perhaps
of rocky miles of ore and gold
stacked heavy in earth's shadowbox
melting in pressured flux
spit out to lift a mountain
from the core. 

~November 2012
Revisiting the sentiment for Thanksgiving 2013


55 serpent feathers for   the g-man
Happy Thanksgiving to All 

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Footer Image: rendering of Yaxchilan Feathered Serpent Diety, byEl Commandante
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  1. well then i will roll in the ash pile of my gratitude for you joy...
    smiles. hey volcanos make nice islands in the very larger ocean
    dense poem, in a good way---i tend to like what is left
    after the world drains everything it values out of them

    1. True--what's left is usually the prime stuff. Happy hols, bri--avoid that cranberry pudding, though.

  2. Replies
    1. Same to you, girl! And to Bosco the Wonder Dog.

  3. all we have left perhaps

    indeed ~

  4. You always make me look at things differently- thanks and Happy Thanksgiving!

  5. Wonderful poem. Thankful for you. Hope you had a great day. k.

  6. Wonderful imagery. :-) And this perspective of gratitude sounds good.

  7. Beautiful, hedgewitch. As always, I am rapt when reading your writing. Hope your Thanksgiving has been as beautiful as your poetry.

  8. Your writing amazes me. I never thought if it like that...hope you had a good T-day though Joy.

  9. Natures heartburn!!
    You would have made a GREAT radio play writer with your gift of descriptive imagery.
    Loved your ash spewing 55
    Thanks for playing, your support is very much appreciated, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

  10. I like this: the volcano lifting the mountain from its core. Happy belated Thanksgiving.

  11. This would have worked in the recent D'Verse Thursday challenge on conceits, where disparate elements are joined to create an oddly truthful metaphor. When you think about it (and you did), gratitude is an equalizer, a balancer, giving credit where it's due (and we hardly every are its sole source) -- lava spouts through a mountain's mouth, lifts and hurls earth, spreads it to the four corners with ash that becomes a different rising, the next mountain. One gives so another can breathe: remembering that order is how gratitude works. So is this why virgins get booted into volcanoes? - Brendan

    1. Probably, though I doubt they are particularly grateful--though the Aztec/Mayan variety at least were too stoned to even know, I think, as a courtesy to the gods---"see here is purity, sacrifice, but we were nice to her so she doesn't come to you all scared and freaked out--just comatose! " ;_) Thanks, B. It is definitely all about what comes up and spreads from the fire of giving.

  12. Gratitude, the bounty of the intangible. Yes, it is like ash. It covers the ground and sprinkles down from the air, but you can't build with ash. And the fire mountain is not where we want to live.


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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