the blood blade

[badger11]

it was the time the moist mist drifted away,

the mother tree emerald with light

 

it was the time the blue bird hung upside down,

a plumed display to dazzle my eye

 

it was the time the gold clam shells sang

to swim in waves beyond my play

 

it was the time my older sister shared

her warmest smile, her eyes so pale

 

it was the time my sisters adorned my skin

in red earth, their hands gentle and cunning

 

it was the time alone in the heart I heard

myself alive, the forest breathing

 

it was the time the shadow came,

danced the blood blade within my secret cave

 

it was the time one became two became one,

within the root I found the warmest smile seeded.

[David W. Parsley]

badger, this one just sings along the surface of cherished memory, while dragging the fathom of need with fingers as gentle as mother's touch of comfort. A fine privilege to savor this piece.

 

Thank you.

- Dave

[badger11]

Thank you for reading and commenting Dave.

 

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[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

this is music to my ears badger. wow.. this needs to be published in a book for future readers to engulf themselves in. amazing write my poet friend. i really enjoyed reading this. it flowed, rhymed, and had sweet rhythm. triple exalt amigo.

 

victor

[badger11]

Thank you for your enthusiasm Victor. The future of books is an uncertain one

 

badge

[dr_con]

An excellent piece Badge. I am impressed and duly humbled;-) Lyrical and mythopoetic I was left with a sense of wonder...

 

DC&J

[eclipse]

this is very good i have to say

[badger11]

Thank you Eclipse and Dr.C

 

I like that word 'mythopoetic'

 

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[Benjamin]

There is such a hypnotic clarity and depth of feeling about this, that compels one to read it over and over. I take my hat off to you Badge. Benjamin

[badger11]

I've never had a hat removed for a poem before B.

 

appreciated

 

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[David W. Parsley]

Well, why didn't you say so, in the first place? Can someone direct me to the hat doffing line for this poem, please?

 

This is a legacy-quality piece, badge. Like the others, I find myself drawn back to it again and again. It should register a dozen hits from me alone. I finally broke down and started a private file of favorite poems so that I need not worry about losing this little masterpiece to some cyber-tsunami or whatever. No spacecraft designer worth his/her salt leaves him/herself without a backup system...

 

Hatless,

- Dave

[Frank E Gibbard]

Top writing deserving the plaudits badge. Frank

[badger11]

Thank you for re-visiting Dave and I appreciate the hat gesture too:0)

 

Many thanks as well Frank

 

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[tonyv]

I can only echo what others have said. This is fine writing that's unmistakably, inimitably Badger.

 

Tony

[badger11]

cheers Tony

 

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[David W. Parsley]

Resurrecting one of my favorite poems on PMO, for everyone's pleasure and enrichment.

Thanks, Phil!
- Dave

[badger11]

Very generous of you Dave, as always. It was a time when I wrote with more innocence. I can never regain that innocence!

All the best

Phil

[Terry A]

On 4/1/2012 at 2:25 AM, badger11 said:

t was the time alone in the heart I heard

myself alive, the forest breathing

Ah, those words have power. Great poetry awakens something in the reader, that to be is the ultimate criteria of what a great poem is.

dr. con coined the word "mythopoetic", something I am starting to appreciate more and more. But in this poem you do not reference the past, but touch upon what still exists in all of us and what we yearn towards, it never being completely lost.

I am reading a book titled 'The Fellowship: The Literary Lives of the Inklings' J.R.R. Tolkien , C.S Lewis, Owen ...'

I find this poem in their company.

[badger11]

Thanks Terry. I am a different poet now. Perhaps I need to find my way back! Either way, once again appreciate your insightful reading. Brings a poem alive!

Best

Phil

[David W. Parsley]

You still have the same fascination with joy, Phil.  It is a Gibraltar sized precious stone.  Keep feeling your way around its circumference.  We'll keep reading.

Compliments,
 - Dave

P.S.  Terry, about those lines.  Right?!