A dVerse Poet's Pub prompt by Sheila.
Think what an ocean of live flowers
might do for you;
how rollers breaking not on shingle but
far out at sea
might be the venues for new villages
beyond our dreams
built not beside or under but between
those fragile waves;
how breaking surf and spray might drench the air
with fragrances
at once restorative and volatile;
how life might be
so much more transient than now;
how change becomes
a constant, gentle and organic,
obeys clear rules,
how brachts and petals lap and overlap,
close and disclose
how just the folding of a flower
could end your life,
inflorescence be the birth force to
sustain the world,
how birth, rebirth and death are painless here.
This is a world
immune to all pollution from outside
the flowers keep
the focus of the mind on what is real;
how other worlds
might visit to discover what we have
of wonder here,
might bounce upon our currents, ride our waves
and fertilise
anew this lonely world we try to run.
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17 comments:
i much like the idea of this..the placing of life and dreams, the things we built and hope for between these ocean of flowers where there always is a budding and folding, constant movement, constant change....but somehow also disconnected..very surreal piece here but def. felt..
Forceful, Dave! I didn't imagine of such a community."This is a world immune to all pollution from outside, how birth, rebirth and death are painless here" May happen one day whether on the surface or below water. Thought provoking certainly. Great write!
Hank
kinda liking the idea of a floral ocean to swim in...bet the bouquet would be rather intoxicating....have been in a few fields i thought could be...
"... how brachts and petals lap and overlap,
close and disclose." Melodic lines and the whole piece is as kaykuala wrote "thought provoking."
This is beautiful, Dave.
You really capture the Swirl of ideas thatbthe photo calls up, and in the process bring to light significant aspects about life and reality that one must always remain open to in consciousness. There's an expansion of awareness in your lines that I find extremely powerful since they open up so many possibilities for us, so many ways of becoming ourselves. Good write, hombre!
How I love this poem!
If only our world could be like this.
'Immune to all pollution from outside' particularly appeals to me; and how beautiful is this sea of fragrant petals.
Truly breath-taking :)
thank you for this dream-like journey through your imaginary world. these lines literally brought tears to my eyes:
how birth, rebirth and death are painless here.
This is a world
immune to all pollution from outside
the flowers keep
the focus of the mind on what is real;
just beautiful.
light and peace from one "escapee" to another (smiles.)
Sheila
A wonderful idea. Genesis for a whole new kind of ocean....
What a great rhythm and breathing space.
A world immune to all polution now that would be ideal :-).
So beautiful, sir. A world immune to all pollution would indeed be a marvelous place. I especially liked:
"how just the folding of a flower
could end your life,
inflorescence be the birth force to
sustain the world,"
inflorescence....ah...
Thank you for this.
I love your imagination! Beautifully expressed.
Thank you.
The beauty of imagination penned in this one...nice work
My thanks to all.
Every response is very much appreciated and taken note of. It was particularly pleasing in the case of this particular set of comments to find that almost all the thoughts I had in viewing the rather incredible picture prompt were picked up from my poem.
Foremost among them were the ideas of constant flux; how a change in the nature of an environment changes everything; the problem of pain and the perceived problem of life's impermanence (though I personally would hate for mine to go on for ever); and the very real problem of pollution.
There were some threads that I had not considered. Thank you for those. I am now thinking about them!
The idea of an ocean organic rather than mineral is an old one for me, but resurrected here in a new form. To the best of my recollection, swimming is my oldest fantasy. I "swam" in bed between the sheets at a time which otherwise is lost to memory.
A wonderful poem, David, even without the prompt. I love the idea of inflourescence as a birth force (which, of course, it is), but morphs into something so different here. k.
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