Friday, January 17, 2020

Green Rose




Green Rose





A scarf of silk night,
green smell of stars;
I spilled

my  flourish of runes,
 flashing thru the tarnish of life
a quick pierce of joy

 from the scatterboned grave
that what was did exist;
that the heart did once grow 

a green rose in the stars,
fragrant and foolish 
before time lost its rhyme





January 2020









an anticipatory 55 for earthweal







The Friday 55 will be back on this blog the last Friday of every month, beginning January 31st.



Images: Emerald Green Rose © Jennie Marie Schell
Rune, wunjo, from the Elder Futhark, meaning joy. Artist Unknown. Fair Use

14 comments:

  1. I am also channeling the stars today, but how I envy your green rose image. So beautifully tied up in 55 words (again I overshot the mark by 10).

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, Kerry. It's much easier to do 60 (or 100)sometimes,and of course some poems require it.This one only achieved 55 thru some merciless editing, which it sorely needed. ;-)


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  2. Oh, I love the green rose, "joy...that the heart did once grow a green rose in the stars"..........how absolutely lovely, and poignant.

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  3. Wasn't Stevens' mundo a-spin in green? Here the color fits the night, leeched of daylight gold, but also seeped in shades of heart that smell like starlight (heavens) yet has a graveside tarnish to it. We aren't in Kansas anymore, are we Toto? What the 55 masters show us (nudge nudge) is that in that corset every syllable counts; and so we are certain "that what was did exist" and that a nick now and then from the thorn ain't so bad, considering. I trooped over here this morning with my 55 to link and realized you're a few weeks away from officially kickstarting up the scooter. Oh well ... Look forward to finding it @ earthweal. If only we could figure out what to do with that godspittle rhyme.

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    1. I'm very pleased to know you're looking forward to the grand opening, B. As you know, I liked your 55 very much. I wanted to do it every Friday, but that's just not realistic yet or maybe ever, so once a month it has to be. Thank you for all your kind words, and for serendipity in general.

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  4. What a wonderful use of the form's constraint...each verse leading to the next mystery seamlessly. Compact, powerful imagery. Each unfolding into the large things--loss, death (the ultimate loss) and the fleeting nature of joy. Steve K.

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    1. Thank you Steve.So glad you liked. Very good to see you again(in a manner of speaking.)

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  5. This is just beautiful, Joy. I'm not going to babble on. I just want to sit with this one because it speaks to me so. <3

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  6. I echo Fireblossom. I shall wallow in your wonderful words.
    Anna :o]

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  7. This is wonderful poem and one can feel the loss of life and promises. It takes energy to rejuvenate the spirit but, there is a sense of joy in the stars, somewhere.

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  8. Every line so beautiful! I can almost smell that faint scent – of hope, despite all.

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  9. "green smell of stars;" What a beauty!

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