Welcome to Poetry Party #77!
I select an image (the photo above is my own of a peony) and suggest a theme/title and invite you to respond with your own poem. Scroll down and add it in the comments section below or join our Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks Facebook group and post there.
Feel free to take your poem in any direction and then post the image and invitation on your blog (if you have one), Facebook, or Twitter, and encourage others to come join the party! (If you repost the photo, please make sure to include the credit link below it and link back to this post inviting others to join us).
We began this month with a Community Lectio Divina practice with wisdom from the prophet Joel and followed up with our Photo Party on the same theme. (You are most welcome to still participate). We continue this theme in our Poetry Party this month.
The text with which we are praying this month is from the Hebrew wisdom book the Song of Songs, which the ancient rabbis called “the holy of holies.” “Arise and bloom” is our theme, tending to the ways our hearts and souls are breaking forth into blossom after a season of fallowness and stillness.
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Easter Blossoms
Desert landscape changes to wild flowers by the sea
So exquisite in poppy gold, yellow bells, chartreuse brightness
Purple blossoms bursting out all over the mountain
I glide on pelican and sea gull wings for hours of green
Beside waves shimmering sunbeams of deep blue in foam
No more glorious a resurrection spring could I imagine
The Risen One is tending His garden is such splendor
Arriving for Easter Triduum at Camaldoli Hermitage
Easter lilies and orchids exude fragrance of rising to glory
Following service of washing feet… earth’s dust is love
As is fire… flames dancing in darkness …calling us forth
To newness…to tame the fiery temperment in conversion
Accept Tutu’s Forgiveness challenge and be changed
Can our nation confront its Manifest Destiny and Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
In the way South Africa achieved Truth & Reconciliation after apartheid?
Can I find in my own heart the blossoming of forgiveness
The ability to curb anger and all that is the basis of war in our world
We light our hearts from the Easter candle
Shine small candles in the darkness and sing Alleluias as one
Can we become the new creature and new earth this spring?
O Radiant One, we light our lives from Thee…
Only your tending and our openness to be cultivated by your Hand
Will bring forth the peony of goodness needed for a New and Beautiful Earth
Teased by a Daffodil
You may feel sweet and affectionate to the touch,
sporting so pungent and perfect a fragrance,
look inappropriately wild of color, heaven-hued,
in your pinkling glow of impish immaturity.
You may wink but an eye, lilting out
your childish humming in Spring-borne perfection,
and sit, alluring and still, batting new-soiled lashes
in expectation, summoning your lovers.
You may catch us staring and return a wink,
a petaled exhale, whimpered and whimsical,
breathing deep your own headiness –
oh silly girl, so boisterously quiet.
You may be all of this and more,
but to kiss your lips, folded and full,
is to kiss the longing lips of heaven.
It is God teasing us with a daffodil.
Easter Sunday
It was Mary
who saw the Gardener first,
a resurrection of the One
who dug dry soil amending it,
leaving rich, loamy earth.
She stood alone,
first to announce,
as my garden offers
sun gilded tulips,
tender eyes opening
in His early spring morn.
Easter Sunday,
I dig into my yard
pulling wintered,
weathered blooms,
cold-day food
for beast and living things
left in anticipation
of spring’s return.
My hands plunge deep
into fertile marl,
once a thick, red clay.
I make room for tender
keen roots to reach,
take hold this day so hallowed.
And not to dismiss,
I leave good room each year
for old, gnarled roots
to stretch and grow.
I, like Magdalene First to Believe,
die to the old,
make way for
His burgeoning spring.
Thank you for the opportunity to share my poem. I am writing poems everyday this month as part of NaPoWriMo. This Holy Week has been a rich time of writing for me. The photo is mine. My blog address is: http://leximagines.com
stunning image – thankyou for sharing it
and your energizing poetry..
The peony in full bloom, creates an open tomb.
What lies within the hollowed space are
Seeds of new birth, shed in unsuspecting earth.
Christ with vision, disciples commissioned
To spread his word throughout the world.
The open mind, the open tomb, an endless find.
A Blessing to Arise and Bloom
Practice the spring art of waking up
Of lifting your face toward the sun
And blossom.
Soak in the light
Smile at the day
As your unique glorious colors
Share their beauty with the world.
Practice the art of noticing
Even in the ordinary,
As the peony lifts its face toward the light
And spreads its tender pink petals
So may you share yourself
With the world.
I respond to these words with my heart and intention. Thank you.
GO FORTH
AMIDST THE WONDER
GROW
BLOOM
BLOSSOM
this is the moment ~
set free the old not calling
awake to your soul!
Perhaps there will be daffodils.
It is hard to imagine heaven without them –
such bright, joyful, perfect flowers.
In the land of eternal spring
they will thrive with no fear of withering.
When all this desperate striving,
the fighting, the dying, is finished
When hope is fulfilled and sorrow ceases
When love has taken hold
Perhaps there will be daffodils.
When joy explodes and beauty shines through all
When all our tears are wiped away
When all that is imperfect fades away
and Light has driven off all darkness
Perhaps there will be daffodils.
Sticky sweet scent
Dripping delight dangles
Attracting allegiance
Pretty pink petals
Soft supple sagging
With weight wondering
How heaven’s here
Amidst aching
Joyful jubilation
Peony praises
Rises reaching radically
Healing hearts
One olfactory orgasm
Unifying the universe
And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life? 28″And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, 29yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.…