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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Would that I could

Would that I could
go once more to where
my hummingbird heart hovered
sipping sweet nectar
from open petals.


But the garden is barred.
No innocence lost
–as innocence must be–
to wisdom’s fruit,
but ripped bleeding
from naked child flesh
left dying in a darkened room
behind discrete curtains
of shared conspiracy.


Crucified between the thieves
of thought and feeling,
forsaken by the will to rage
pierced by despair
I surrender to the silent stillness.


Liminal light illuminates
terra incognita:
the dark corners
where the ash of memory congeals,
the deep chasm
like a raw wound that never scars,
the wide deserts
where heartless sand corrodes.


What shame conceals
some hidden grace reveals:
his pale shape curled
unopened moonlit flower.


Let your tears resume.
Wash him in the river of remorse.
Bathe him in the ocean of light.
And if his heart is opened
by your opening heart,
might once more there be
the taste of nectar
on my tongue.

2 comments:

  1. Vaughn,

    This is by far one of my favorite poems I have come across on the internet and twitter. No, it is not just because of the connection of hummingbird and falling into stillness but the multi-dimensional nature of it all, the choice of words, how....what is it that I am looking for? ....how it contracts and opens and contracts and opens, very much like a hummingbird's wings, very much like a flower, very much like love.

    i read it once for the sheer joy of the words. i read it twice to grasp it all as whole. i read it again out loud to feel words sing. i read it one more time to hold it close to my memories.

    truly enjoyed it. there are so many words and lines that feel close to my spirit that it would be redundant to list them one by one.

    i am very happy that you are writing and sharing it with us.

    gratitude for the kindred creative connection,

    ~a.

    p.s.
    oh hell---love this:

    Wash him in the river of remorse.
    Bathe him in the ocean of light.
    And if his heart is opened
    by your opening heart,
    might once more there be
    the taste of nectar
    on my tongue

    ahh shucks. love it all!

    i don't know if you caught it but i tweeted a quote from Robert Frost on Saturday morning that said that the test of a good poem is not that it stands the test of time, but upon first reading it we knew, like love, we never could forget it. i am paraphrasing, of course, but it is pretty close to it. and i feel that with this poem.

    the image of hummingbird truly did 'haunt' you and well, no it does me too. : )

    sorry for the long p.s.! yikes.

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  2. to a.q.s.
    I am humbled by your response.

    Without your hummingbird and your encouragement, this poem would not have been written.

    I posted it with great trepidation, hoping that you would at least not disapprove.

    Thank you beyond words.
    Vaughan

    (allow me the luxury, also of a p.s.)

    The hummingbird of a.q.s. is to be found in Annie's garden on the Still Sunday of November 28, which you can visit through the link under Friends and Fellow Artists above.

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