Hyacinth Hands
Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery
petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best performance when hunger a primary protagonist
my leap into Sovereignty depended on unraveling karmic bonds binding us through lifetimes, countless ages, sotto scenarios
Piscean, she scaly presented the toughest tests with hyacinth hands, only an embattled Heart would accede to
her non-relinquishing of my spinal cord nerves entwined with hers, she decorated with wondrous wild animal decoupage vases
to despairing detach from plundering pain, each principal pleasure she designed with subtle oomph, unconscious sophistication
my divinity would have back burned in futuristic coliseums had she not been Mother of trialing pegs and variegated embroidery cotton
In my writes replies and poeming I often use a certain word
Therein..This word in truth 'is imput see.' Not sanctioned in
The current dictionary.? And yet the English langauge grand has
Been the work of tounge and hands, one of which is Saxon
West..Or Germanic..? If I pass the test? And 'im' within
Germanic tounge 'is the same as in.' Thats where I'm coming from , so from a plaited and interwoven vocabulary
Not formerly chosen.. Nor of standard till Alfreds day would be' he
An Saxon Anglo btw..I find two words are the same to use
In-put or Im-put to my peruse.'
"We gave the future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams." - Edgar Allan Poe
Like plaited braids our lives entwine,
yet such a fragile web we weave.
The busy dizzy looms of life
whose lovely woven linen lies
are wet with tears on wrinkled wishes,
and lips amiss from kissing shuttles.
Emotions cross and interlace -
pricked fingers bleed - awake! a dream?
Yet still, of life - is much the same,
where treadles endless treading toils...
a cloud bursts
the dyke breaks
again
plaited weeds
stream forth
'neath the spate
Filigree
Celtic Filigree
Graceful filigree unbroken
Weaves a tracery
With strands entwined
Like a whisper from the misty isles
Woven into whorls of melodic unity,
Indivisible spirals of the eternal three,
Thin harp strings of crisscrossed swirls
Weaving lyric filigree
Delicate fine threads elaborate
Earth, water, fire in legends
Of scholar saints and mystics –
Erin’s braided shield
Two hearts intertwined into infinity
As a king’s wisdom brings a benediction
Of enduring life
That reaches back into the dusty kells
Of rosettes in oak roots interlinked
Plaited knotwork - no beginning and no end -
Echoes eons of captured grace
In continuous mystical contours
2-14-23
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There are several well-known Celtic knots including Knotwork, The Trinity Knot, the Dara Knot, Solomon’s Knot and the Love Knot.
One of the meanings of “kells” is cocoon or chrysalis
Home from School
A little stream by the village bridge.
Clear cold water over jagged stones
searched for pieces of china in the mud
as we meandered slowly home.
Once-treasured patterns and bits of bones and
a black eel,rolling wave,burrowing far.
We sucked sweet nectar from fuchsia flowers
on our way home from school
Sometimes on lazy summer days,
When the workmen were on the road,
We pressed our toes in black tar bubbles,
And an asphalt oily smell, followed us home
A robin's nest was a sacred find
purple foxglove,waving our fairy hands
a homemade doll,yellow plaited straw
treasures home from school
Off for milk to Twomey's farm,
huge cow-beasts, dirty, with leather-silk skin
in September our berry purple mouths
a juicy feast all the way home
One day in May, the shadowed oak -
the lovey-doveyness, it spoke.
Its foliage in zephyr rush.
of coquette prettiness; it’s blush.
Under God’s eye, unseen choir brings
a lofty cheeriness with wings,
a maypole merriment of tweets,
its honey biz of plaited beats.
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
With fond memories my heart embraces
childhood days of innocent impressions
and plush playmates with adoring faces
Dolls and tea sets were my prized possessions
Forming angels with friends in Winter's snow
and making silly facial expressions
I gathered wild flowers in the meadow
and plaited wreaths to wear in my long hair
Selling lemonade with my best friend, Jo.
In my younger days I didn't have a care
In make-up, pearls, and high heels, I was dressed
Ignoring Mom when she'd say, "Don't you dare!"
Affectionately, my fingers caressed
photos in scrapbooks of my early days
Years of my life when I was richly blessed
My vision is blurred by a teary haze
Recalling those years, today and always
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Thine Pauciloquent
Gadzooks, nudiustertion,
thy widdershins wound-up swingswung has taterd
and thee cannot ride ineseness culled sunset anymore,
buntincludes a valetudinarian spirit
lamprophony tippytoppidy drop-within-thee,
thy typhlotic orb's waves an ocean,
minding a polypropylene plaited empennage
cleft to its heinie,
I will xertz vioutful sunrise drink
for intoastkneewhip is thy jentacular
and bibulously skyrolary the twilight
with a tittynope star having misticality
meldrop a tinklingtwinkle
only to awakent anew zoanthropy.
2020 August 02
A stitching of parables,
a weaving of psalms
Whether ancient or modern,
the truth plaited long
The story we tell,
with one pattern beset
A patchwork of tailors
—whose needles profess
(Villanova Pennsylvania, December, 2019)
Tandem Toys Come Alive at Light
~~a fairy tale about Bobby Brown Hair, sleepy head
Tattered plaited grandmas made bed spread
Temptress grungy even made bear teddy out of black button eyes white plush cotton nose
Insides filled with cotton fold;
Settling on the bed next to sleepy head
Surrounded by antiques,
Blacky the cat, Lamby Poo
Carousel bunnies everywhere
Little gray mouse
Beating the drum
----------------------------------------------Tandem toys come a live at light
Tom tum tum
Wooden soldiers
Stand and march, marching on
----------------------------------------------Tandem toys come a live at light
How real is this
How real it is
Animals all around
When they talk and walk
As dark ghastly turns to light
When the lights pick rainbow colors
Tandem browns joys of toys abound
All around surrounds
Sleep I must
They I trust, in the light and the dark
Parents can’t see only me
This whole thing seems like a dream
----------------------------------------------Tandem toys come a live at light~~
1/24/19 2019©
fee- foo she wanna groove
give her space
so she can move
caught the beat cause the beat is funky
drop down
like ah funky monkey
study bouis
to pass yo' test
caught the groove when the
beat is fresh
dance a little
shang ah ling
come on baby
won't you do yo' thang
skop woop dee- dah dough
nappy headed afro
stringy hair
kinky too
gelled back
and plaited-up crew
getting it in
cause ya know you next
gone girl and cash that check
grind yo' thing
and get change foo twenty
swip swoop dat beat is
funky
O' now a week into the summer scene
Warmeth abundant day air a breezing
Decks overlooking fields of shady green
Afternoon plaited remnants appeasing
On a but soft drifting orange sunscreen
In purple dreamy haze of a twilight
While, hot humid summer whispers softly
Separating day from the gifted night
Lazily capturing skyline lofty
Sunray ripples with did reflected light
Whilst, a thin hint of genteel fog ascent
Along fertile field edge narrowily
Beholdest up in 'oughtful amazement
While, naughty scores of birds racing wildly
Crossing in horizon embodiment
Emilia sits all alone and she reminisces
Of sweet romance and gentle kisses
She misses her husband; he’s away at war
Still she longs for him to be with her once more
Tears well up in her sapphire blue eyes
As she longs for his touch and she can’t disguise
The pain she feels deep down in her heart
over the many months they’ve been apart
She reads over his letters time and time again
He’s away on a mission and he can’t explain
where it is in the world that he’s been sent
But he sends his wages to pay their rent
Emilia gazes at the photos of their wedding day
and the collage she made from her scented bouquet
She still wears her blonde hair plaited upon her head
It’s the very same style she wore when they were wed
The silence is broken as their baby daughter cries
She has her mummy’s fair hair and her daddy’s blue eyes
Emilia picks up the baby from her nursery cot
and cuddles her gently, for now she’s all Emilia’s got
She sits alone Contest
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08-05-17
Gone in the sty with a carriage frown, gone to the sty with a cabbage crown. Don't climb down the elevator go up the escalator. And mind your head on the wiry mixture above for conglomerations of conga eel cables can twist and turn at a huge rate so always keep head in a hat, a colander or a pair of socks wrapped around then tied in a bow. But a plaited and pleated plant can be used as a fine carousel and carousals are neither carefully caressing creatures nor are they creme de brule. It is the mild wind that breezes in through a window and sits down to a plate of fine dining. And it is the chef in the checkered hat that deliver a bath tub filled with calamari to a seafood supper. Ok then. Great. Now lets go sit immediately on the picnic rug. Ha x z and developmental z
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