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Words of the Meadow

Words of the Meadow

My house burns with an incandescent whisper

A myriad of words opened by love in a meadow

I look up to take in the bliss, my skin shattering

 

And with the sweet scythe of tenderness

I swipe earth over them, collecting little cave-ins

Like worms in the beak of a bird

 

I walk barefoot where violets drink from bowls on

Window sills, where woolly bees speak shadow languages

To sting my heart, my tongue, in the full of day

 

All those unfinished stories plunging, eyes first

Down worm holes; no amount of innocent gladness

Nor long awaited rain will bring them back again

Selena Howard ©10/19/2011

6 Comments leave one →
  1. Julie Catherine permalink
    January 12, 2012 11:30 pm

    This is truly exquisite, your descriptive word choices and metaphors polished and mature. It’s so hard to pick and choose, but your second strophe has to be my favorite – especially the phrase, “the sweet scythe of tenderness” – absolutely lovely wording, my friend! This is an excellent poem and I love it. ♥

  2. January 14, 2012 9:33 am

    Thank you Julie, This is a favorite of mine.

  3. March 24, 2012 4:20 pm

    What a wonderful poem, Selena. This stanza is so creative it dances:
    I walk barefoot where violets drink from bowls on
    Window sills, where woolly bees speak shadow languages
    To sting my heart, my tongue, in the full of day
    You’re a really good poet.

    • March 24, 2012 8:31 pm

      Thomas your words bring joyful tears. In my youth my words frequently brought harsh criticism. I was told quite often that what I wrote was not poetry,that it was nothing more than garbage and that I was breaking all the rules. I’m sure I did my as my education never went past the eighth grade. This past year however I’ve immersed myself in traditional poetry. Studying the classics in an effort to learn. I am sure I still break rules but now I do so with a bit more knowledge. I view language as mufti-dimensional. Many of my dreams consist of nothing but words. Frequently my poetry comes from those dreams.

  4. August 5, 2012 6:33 pm

    Well, this is a great capturing, such a powerful picture, let’s just say it is alive, well done, thank you Selena… appreciated…

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