Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Sisters Of Saint Genesius

I would like to see
if we could stay silent for years,
like spirits;

You, the ghost of the tangled garden--
me, the shade of the nightnoose stairway.

I would dance with no floor beneath my feet,
and you would be blue catmint coming closer
by only inches over the course of entire summers.

"You have beautiful eyes," everyone tells the two of us.
"Too often sad," we tell each other,
our voices soft as dust.

I would like to see if we could love each other this way--
just don't count on me when you've gone green
and I've gone gray,
withering even as you toss the rose, red and resplendent,
at my feet.
_________

catmint
Saint Genesius of Rome is the patron saint of actors, lawyers, clowns, comedians, converts, dancers, epileptics, musicians, printers, stenographers and torture victims. 

19 comments:

hedgewitch said...

An existential love poem--not often one runs across those--and etched with a delicate brush on intellect and heart. The questions of love, sometimes even the observations, so often go unanswered...

TexWisGirl said...

that saint has got his hands full!

Poet Laundry said...

Now that's poetry. Wow.

A patron saint for clowns? That made me LOL.

Helen said...

Love the poem ... sitting here trying to come up with a common denominator for those who are watched over by Saint Genesius!

Mama Zen said...

This is so beautiful it hurts.

Carol Steel 5050 said...

This is lovely with an edge; perfect combination. I've read and re-read this poem just for the richness your words offer. Wonderful!

Emma Major said...

I really enjoyed this, thanks

Mixi said...

This was sweet, and touching and wistful... And I loved every lingering word of it...

I didn't quite get the connection to St. Genesius (sorry for my denseness) and he seems to bless a pretty wide range of people.

As an aside, I did not think lawyers were watched over by a saint... what about the entire volumes of jokebooks (Written by comedians BTW) that assert they're Satans representatives? Conflict of interest I would say!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love everything about this poem from the picture to the catmint and all the lovely words in between.

Timoteo said...

Lawyers?

Abin Chakraborty said...

deeply moving.a love of unequal years?that's what the green and grey connotes to me.loved it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So poignant, the waiting...love the "voices soft as dust"........saddened by the withering as the rose finally lands at her feet. Like MZ says, so beautiful it hurts.

Susan said...

Spoke by one with only death to dance to one who may bloom again, the first rightly admits her love must end . . . but so beautifully the wish and so sadly the acknowledgement that I was compelled to look at this Saint again. This suggests another end to the Sleeping Beauty story when no kiss will revive.

cloudfactor5 said...

Heart-twistingly eloquent !!

Margaret said...

Well, this is a very dramatic poem, and I googled and found out catmint and roses are purrfect perennial partners. Love the last stanza..

But HOW does this fit in with St. Genesius? Is it because they are "torturing" each other? :)

Margaret said...

... they share a passion, in spite of themselves! ;) Thanks, Shay.

Marian said...

oh these colors! and i'm thinking about catmint being beautiful but invasive. but "nightnoose stairway" takes the cake, what a telling, real phrasing. as we like to say, i wish i had thought of that.

Kim Nelson said...

I am sometimes SO blue catmint. I have it in my Mission Garden, Shay. You would like it there. All the flora are "useful" plants... medicinal, herbal, culinary, aromatic, edible. Because I live in the desert, I had to create the right microclimate. I have over a dozen mint species, several marjorams and oreganos, three types of rosemary... the list goes on and on. You're invited to have tea with me, in the midst.

wkkortas said...

"(T)he shade of the nightnoose stairway" is as fine a line as I've read in some time. The feel, the tone of this piece is more ethereal than most of your work I've read, ethereal too the point where it could run the risk of being cutesy--but the imagery is so vivid, so exquisite that there is no danger of the piece being too frothy or wispy. Damn fine work, in other words.