Flower girl
It is the moon casting a shadow
over a petite pale grey girl
His tender kisses erase her voice
erase the lows in her life
and the voices of an organ fill
the fast space of the cathedral
growing to a crescendo
After the music is long gone
the shadow remains
Your quest for life a tedious task
Today, you ask me
How can I move forwards
without the scent of love?
Bombs of critique
have cratered your landscape
The beat and bicker of your inner voice
have chopped away your being
A layer of fresh and vivid
earth is left along the base
In the depth of who you are grows
kindness on fertile ground as
a soothing sensation
which lingers like a brush
of the wing of a hummingbird
Look, the sun has risen
You carry her colour of light and love
You are strong, woman
climb to the top and flower
How well you describe the inner voice and self-critique that can destroy a psyche if we let it. Survival depends on “kindness on fertile ground” to thrive and grow. That is the ladder that helps us up.
ReplyDeleteThanks Maria
DeleteInteresting sculpture! It represents a sunflower; its center is dark and so is the girl on top of it.
ReplyDelete"It's the moon casting shadow" you say in your poem.
OK, but when the sun will rise, both the flower and the girl will change color and go from "the lows of life" to love and growth.
I love that Duta See if I can weave that in Thanks
DeleteLove the sculpture and the poem.You are getting better and better. Have you published a book yet?
ReplyDeleteThank you. No I don't write that much One day I will self-publish
DeleteWhat I really loved in the beautiful poem was the penultimate verse "A soothing sensation, that lingers like a brush, on the wings of a humming bird".
ReplyDeleteMesmerisingly beautiful. And I can see why the sculpture was so inspiring.
ReplyDeleteI love that rusty sculpture, Marja! We used to have sculpture trails in the gardens of a nearby country house, but sadly this year was cancelled, and I don’t know when or if they will happen again. I enjoyed your poem very much, especially the encouraging change of tone between:
ReplyDelete‘Bombs of critique
have cratered your landscape
The beat and bicker of your inner voice
have chopped away your being’
and
‘You are strong, woman
climb to the top and flower’.
"Bombs of critique
ReplyDeletehave cratered your landscape
The beat and bicker of your inner voice
have chopped away your being"
Yes indeed when this happens, we must rise to blossom
Stay Safe
Much❤love
Lovely Marja (and what Rosemary said).
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Grappig kunstwerk met dat laddertje erbij!
ReplyDeleteOh that those all-to-brief hummingbird wingbrushes could last even a milisecond longer...Devoutly to be wished. Fine work, Marja
ReplyDeleteA journey in a poem; the recovery is lovely.
ReplyDeleteA truly beautiful poem that bring that amazing sculpture of the Flower Girl to life!
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks so much for popping over to my place Marja.
Beautiful piece. I have never read cratered in forever. The landscape it created zoomed in volcanic proportions in my imagination.
ReplyDeletei can see how the sculpture has inspired the poem.
ReplyDeletethe poem speaks of hope, that light will prevail over darkness.
The last stanza left me full of smiles. I want to shout those words in song. I want to hear them echoed in the voices of everyone around me.
ReplyDeleteI love the hopefulness in this piece, and how after so much was taken, there was still enough left to climb up and enjoy her place in the sun.
ReplyDeleteIf only we could learn to be less critical of ourselves, as forgiving of ourselves as we are of others. Your poem is lovely, and the sculpture is amazing!
ReplyDeleteInspiring sculpture...lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteLove that last stanza and the linger like a brush of the wing of a hummingbird.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely words Marja.. We can only walk forward through love. And may we all of us cultivate Kindness within the fertile soil of our earth..
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your Spring dear Marja... May it bring renewal and hope, resilience and courage... Sending huge hugs your way <3
A beautiful and hopeful poem that brilliantly captures the vibrancy of spring. I especially like the last stanza. Enjoy the season!ð»
ReplyDelete...the "beat and bicker" is slowly silenced by a hummingbird's wings and the risen sun. But I also think the moon's glow has something to do with sustenance ;)
ReplyDeleteThe beat and bicker of your inner voice
ReplyDeletehave chopped away your being ... love that line....
Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteHope New Zealand is still covid free, looking forward to spring here in the northern hemisphere. By that time trump will be long out of the White House and in court fighting to stay out of jail. And of course, we should have the covid vaccines going out to the general public.