your mother does not want you reading;
surreptitiously concealed within a palliasse'
resting in a shed behind the granary...
She leaves you with your lesson on sin. Heading
for her own redemptive leaching....the dusty road
filters towards my clothesline, the signal
a reading of palms and tarot is due.
Wiping my brow on an apron of wanting ....
I gather into it my lesson plan and a jar
of cool water -
knowing full well not all words
are created equal, but given time,
and proper instruction
something beautiful
can be plagiarized from all...
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
posted for Poetry Pantry, Poets United
and Potluck Monday, Jingle Poetry
This is brilliant.
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filters towards my clothesline, the signal
a reading of palms and tarot is due."
Oh yeah.
So... now it's okay for me to stael your words? But seriously.. the way you string them all together is lovely and inspiring and make a place I love to come and wander...
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem here, liked the images such as 'Wiping my brow on an apron of wanting'. Might want to change typo in title though.
ReplyDeleteI think this is among the best poems, all round, that I have read in a long time. Love the images and the little mysteries - just enough said to make me delve into my own self for clues...
ReplyDeleteOne line practically sums up my childhood and youth (who knew it could be captured so neatly?):
She leaves you with your lesson on sin.
And the final stanza - oh well, the whole thing... just amazing. Thank you!
thank you Gordon, for pointing it out...my whole life needs spell check...blessings...bkm
ReplyDeletefor one i hope no one stole your words...
ReplyDeleteand i think most can be shaped into something...
hope your cards fall well...smiles.
Amazing. Love the images, the tone, the whole shebang. You rocked another one, bkm.
ReplyDeleteLovely one bkm and the last stanza is brilliant i agree :)
ReplyDeleteI love the opening lines. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteWhat a compelling post with many great lines. And agree, not all words are created equal.
ReplyDeleteI love this one Bkm! Truly brilliant indeed! :-)
ReplyDeleteYour writings amaze me more and more as I go... Unique-bkmackenzie!
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No one could plagiarize this beauty! Love the difference between the first two stanzas and the last (dry/wet; redemptive leaching vs. jar of cool water)...
ReplyDeleteDug the poem as a whole, but my favorite image is absolutely
ReplyDelete"given time,
and proper instruction
something beautiful
can be plagiarized from all..."
There is a depth to the poem that allows for multiple readings/interpretations while maintaining the interior continuity to keep the descriptive nature of the poem to continually flow. Loved it.
crb.
I recall reading Forever Amber... nothing my mother would have liked, LOL. I was 12 or 13 at the time. Your poem brings back memories!
ReplyDeleteNicely composed. Lots to think about here. I agree all words are not created equal, or maybe they are...but it depends on how they are used!
ReplyDeletelove it,
ReplyDeleteit hits home for me.
reminding me some life experiences or observations when I was young.
Thanks for linking up with poetry potluck!
ReplyDeletehave fun!
Missed this poem when I was reading through your site the other day. Awesome that you linked it through Poetry Potluck. The way you develop the tempo of the poem really works well with your subject matter. Always enjoy reading your poetry, thanks for posting!
ReplyDeletecrb.
This is fascinating! I love your imagery.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite is "wiping my brow on an apron of wanting"........the mood of the poem is strongly felt - well done!
ReplyDeleteLovely stuff. Much enjoyed
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Luke
...not all words were created equal...That is an inspired line and begs a pair of quotation marks! Passionately written.
ReplyDeletebeautiful writing!!
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Gabi
I am amazed :)~ Happy Poetry Potluck!=D~~~
ReplyDeleteIncredible poetry, bkm. I love the images. There is a forbidden quality to it all.
ReplyDeleteVictoria
"knowing full well not all words
ReplyDeleteare created equal, but given time,
and proper instruction
something beautiful
can be plagiarized from all..."
Just beautiful writing and I loved the 'feel' of this piece.
Just beautiful, the glimpse of a life, the wisdom-- nicely done!
ReplyDeleteImpeccable piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteI have enjoyed this. I do appreciate the end. We do borrow and build on what others have done. - bill
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted piece of work. Hard to pick out a favourite line, 'cause all of it is good.
ReplyDeleteWiping my brow on an apron of wanting...
ReplyDeleteWOW! What poignant longing - I loved this poem in full but this particular line tugs at the strings of my solemn heart.
bkm, this is a lovely piece. profound with a touch of mystery. truly beautiful... as always.
ReplyDeletesweet poem BKM :)
ReplyDeleteReads well, almost like looking at a painting and describing the experience. My only question is whether the 'you' in the first stanza the same as the 'she' in the second stanza? I read through it several times, couldn't decide but loved the language of the poem so much it didn't matter. Thanks for posting, one of my favorites.
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