Friends and dear readers, see note at end of post, please..:)
She rode in on rare Castle Rock air, head tilted toward a dream
vision voiced, bell-ring clear & fate fixed parched labor long now drawn into life's rich, vibrant stream
refreshed and strong purposed longings revived foreseen off-on horizon's edge will claim her frail albatross triumphant,
tacit strength anew, knowing she steers her own fortune twinkle-eyed and amiss in bliss (she held her gifts out of sight, like stars aglow for midnight)
eye-espied, she stoops to a broken stem lifts life's trembling rose engrossed purses lips to bloom
misses not its message lost in heart-felt gloom boldly keep a keen eye for far off storms approach - keep adjuvant ear to ground life being like that will ferry no linger nor look back she preens it
She is on a different track at life's breach where no man stands for long
worn reins in a pair of hands a cry a sigh a heart expands a steady steed he goes to a place where no man knows it set a steel-eyed course
for far off fertile land where a rare wind blow she stops clear the air of heady thought draws an eye over, high above Rock to a glide pattern old Eagle Eye plays to
catching fetching golden rays soon to settle in its rest far from eyes that stare him down she, in wingless gaze task to test with hope to rote traces its glorious flight to nest
she owes no man quarter she lives to give reins the gain of many returns her gifts lost on those who lack life's bright and heady light hidden in plain view for those who know innocence is soul sight
her purpose hands expand on Rock the earth nods rowing white waters the river sings earth curtsies follow her rhythm congo-line down to Sublime no simple way to read her soul than to walk through it
this, a soft-footed, brown-haired lithe-limbed warble-voiced bird; it is why the earth loves through her hands, like panned gold it is how she knows the silence running beneath hop-scotched snow
she flows
self-taught to twinkle, this one knows. . . . no permanent perch she learns, she flows better to scope the swoop like Eagle Eye harmonize her nest she learns, she earns with eye to eventual rest
there is a name for this hidden within a miracle hidden within a name. do you hear it you shall know it
sound of a clear clean heart plum of nature's best it's ridden the river been put to the test pools out a mind for all who thirst, will drink too deeply for all life's hurt
will wear pain like a cross love like a curse fought in a breach left where no man stands
She's of the Ancient Ones she's one of the blessed makes your life a purpose as she makes your life a nest purpose makes for perfect life and she your perfect rest
This is a miracle this, a name anew This a miracle the One who Calls for You
Copyright (c) 2007, JLD Revised 01-01-08
*Formerly Ode to Maggie. Upon further reflection, I believe this tribute belongs to all women.
Well, dear readers and friends, I'm popping up on tblog once again. I've been gone too long. Too many adventures and walk abouts to go into depth here, but I'll unburden myself in due time, my friends, in due time. :)
posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 08.06.07 (10:25 am)
Goodness, PuC. It's quite amazing. I can't pretend to know what it's about. But perhaps that's part of the beauty in it. Its mystery. It reads beautifully. I shall read it to Devon when I get home.
posted by: commontater (reply)
post date: 08.16.07 (7:37 pm)
It's okay that you don't know what it's about, really. I'm just glad that you think "it reads beautifully." I'd hate for anyone to *not know what it means* and *sucks* as a read, too! Ha ha!
Not to confuse things more, but in the Bible we are told that when we become born again, the Lord gives us a new name. When we "take off the old man" we begin anew. Suffice to say that a young lady has begun anew, given up her old destructive ways, found a strength to overcome she never knew she had (beautiful, outdoors earthchild that she is), and it's a miracle, given the circumstances. I hope this helps a little. :)
PuC
posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 08.17.07 (9:22 am)
It certainly does help, PuC. And if Maggie is a real person you know, someone you are close to, she's bound to be a treasure. It is a beautiful read, PuC.
posted by: commontater (reply)
post date: 08.19.07 (11:27 pm)
Yes, Lindy, she's a real person I know and I think she's a treasure, indeed. And I thank you, Mz Lovely Lindy for the kind words about how the poem affects you. Your generosity of spirit, in all things, is a treasure to me. I appreciate your opinion more than you'll ever know :) I hope all is well in your cozy nest. Kids getting ready to go back to school soon? Have you been affected by the devastating floods? I worry about you folks.. Warm wishes being sent your way!
PuC
posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 09.18.07 (9:13 am)
Reply to: PuC
Oi, PuC. It's been too long since I wandered back over. Thanks for thinking of us, and for the kind thoughts, of course. You've made me smile today. :) We're doing alright. We've managed to stay clear of most of the flooding around here. It's definitely been a wet summer. You'd think it would cool off for us some, but nope, not in Texas. I hope you are doing well back at home.. I'm sure you don't miss your icey treks in MI. ;)
