Monday, September 15, 2008

Black-Eyed Susans

There was no one but the black-eyed susans

To see her thighs so smooth and strong

Her feet so lost

And her heart so broken

As she gave herself, a wafer,

On the tongue of the shrouded water.

Fog was a mercy,

Or the turning-away of god

In the memory it both brought and obscured

Of love within reach--

Two girls and the early morning.

Where was I?

Where was anyone, when the water fanned her dark hair like a lover's fingers?

There are mornings,

When I am struck scalding blind,

Deaf without body or blood,

Without lover, without sister,

Without anything but the black-eyed susans

And the foggy invitation of the water's depths.



Cynthia said...

O, a deep river of a poem this is
shayfire, herself, a wafer ...tongue on shrouded water,
...fog was a mercy...and on...A
haunting poem of love lost written
like a sha-woman whose spells
are useless, whose vulnerability
she can't stop.

Art and Poetry said...

It's nice, deep and meaningful well done!

Fireblossom said...

Thanks you, both Cynthia and Arts & P.

I keep returning to this subject, I guess I just don't know what to do with it except to write these Chokecherry poems.

Marty said...

Your poetry is beautiful, soulful, and mysterious and powerful... all the best qualities of feminine grace. Forgive me for being sappy, but I just love your writing.

Fireblossom said...

There is certainly nothing to forgive! I'm glad you enjoy what I create, and I really loved your comment here.

Btw, I've added Dark Star Discovery as one of the blogs I "follow." :-)

Beloved Dreamer said...

Wow what a poem. This is very deep and powerful. I love your site and black eyed susans.


Fireblossom said...

Thank you, bd! I love your blog as well. :-)

Wordcrafter said...

Very beautiful images again Fireblossom, I am thinking of pre Rapahaelite paintings, those women with flowing manes, something controlled and strong, yet also fluid and vulnerable at the same time in their liquid eyes; Rossetti's "Beata"? I love reading you, it makes me long for my muse who has -temporarily- gone awol:)

Fireblossom said...

Mmm, I love those paintings. Gabriel's paintings and Christina's poems!

I don't like dry spells, but they seem to go with the territory, don't they? Hopefully you'll be writing up a storm in the near future. Your readers certainly hope so!

Thanks so much for your very kind words, Wordcrafter!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful, straight from the soul.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Tracey-Ann. I'm partial to this one, so I'm glad to hear you liked it, too. :-)

Mary said...

I saw your poem link posted on Poets United and really enjoyed it. An absolutely stunning poem, flling with images and emotion.

(I will be sending you an invitation to my you can visit it as well..wath for it from blogger.)

signed...bkm said...

the first two lines...had me ...I wanted a novel after that...wonderful, wonderful image of a woman with so much to tell....I am never disappointed with my visits here...bkm

Systematic Weasel said...

Another poet from Poets United, saw the link in the pantry, and I must say that this is a really awesome piece. Deep and insightful. Great post!


Claudia said...

a poem with a lot of depth in your writing - and my favorite line is ..when the water fanned her dark hair like a lover's "off-moment"

Mory said...

well, i don't know what to say. great poem ( maybe to great for me)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Powerful, powerful poem! "wafer on the tongue of the shrouded water" - amazing! I especially admire "there are mornings when I am struck bline without anything but the black-eyed susans". Wow.

Diane T said...

Fireblossom, you have a beautiful blog; and you really seem to be in tune with the flowers. Black-eyed Susans ARE striking! And even moreso through your poem.

Robert Lloyd said...

As beautiful a poem it was I can't help but be stuck with the image of Ophelia floating in the lake. I always enjoy reading your work. Your imagery is just spectacular. Thank you for sharing.