Born in late winter
I peeked at March`s
roaring lion.
Some friends showed
an inkling, a budding
the adventurous ones.
My Mother, feeding me,
whispered
"Nature is always such,
sentinels must be sacrificed.
The Goddess Hera demands
payment for Her warmth."
I close my eyes
`til showers come,
my Mother`s milk is flowing,
pouring into me.
Then I stand,
prideful and strong,
my family branch
a bloom of green.
Birds alit,
butterflies aflutter.
I find myself smiling
as my nature
reveals itself.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
10 comments:
wow....
very deep.
'my family branch
a bloom of green'
like that :D
being a March baby....I love this......
"Nature is always such,
sentinels must be sacrificed.
The Goddess Hera demands
payment for Her warmth."
A magnificent piece of artistry. Your style reminds me of someone but I cannot remember who ... so, off I am wondering for the rest of the evening.
Dianna
V,
I love your metaphors and the way your soul is laced with tranquility and peace.
"Birds alit,
butterflies aflutter.
I find myself smiling
as my nature
reveals itself."
Hugs and grins,
T
ahh! Nature!
With T`s permission, I`m going to quote an Email exchange we`ve had about this poem. Thanks, T.
V,
Don't you dare laugh, but by God I do believe I understand your poem. I tried to read all sorts of stuff into it only it truly is about nature, a tree and a leaf.
To me your poem is about spiritual growth, appreciation of family, love, life and most of all transition. My interpretation is a lot more romantic, don't you agree?
Poetry truly is like visual art; highly subjective and extremely personal. You write on so many levels Vince, and though you say this poem is about nature, I see many metaphors.
Birds alit,
butterflies aflutter.
I find myself smiling
as my nature
reveals itself.
T
Thank you, T.
I really appreciate the time you put into your understanding of the poem. Maybe I sometimes act like I dont realize the deeper meanings and more personal revelations that my poetry shows. {especially after they`ve just been written.}
But, though I hold a Ph. D. in clinical psychology, I still can only see the poem from that perspective, dampened by my own personal demons.
I love it when I get a true Artist`s perspective.
Hugs,
V
The birth of one's nature is surely a miracle. :)
Vince this is truly beautiful and poignant...you are so blessed...love, C
Would you come back ...I tweaked it a bit...
http://journals.aol.com/courtenaymphelan/FATALERROR/entries/940
Vince, I hope to be the caliber writer you are one day. ABSOLUTELY beautiful. This for me is the mirror of Frost. When I think about his poetry, I see Fall's image...this is it's mirror...Spring. ;) C. http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies
awesome imagery!
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