July 01, 2012

Coriolis


Lily white steps light and into the night,
drawing on senses that be
Could a lesson be learned in the dankest of air,
while the stars make a beckoning sea

Too open and gracious, the grounds of the land,
this transgression of fortified lives
Cawing rooks fly taking secrets with them, 
past the pond where illusiveness thrives

Yet, each day, a scene from the battered armchair,
or in echoes of velvet and lights
Same old story with similar ending,
to finish off her and her knights

The pool, with it's crystal reflection,
absorbs sorrow to give it a boost
A triple nod ripple, then swirling -
and a petal-spread vortex induced

But she won't grab the hand she is offered,
nor look herself straight in the eye
Clarity often takes strength to permit,
what you can't see in front of your eyes.
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13 comments:

Stafford Ray said...

That last stanza deserves to be a plaque on my wall!

Gemma Wiseman said...

She won't take the hand of help...It could be another's hand, it could be hers. Interesting thoughts!

Brian Miller said...

that last stanza def made the poem for me...and says so much about her....

brenda w said...

Nicely done, Lena. I liked the last stanza. Excellent work.

Jinksy said...

A triple nod ripple, then swirling -
and a petal-spread vortex induced

That's SO good for this illustration. :) A delectable string of words...

Daydreamertoo said...

This is so true. Sometimes (because it hurts too much to face it) we refuse to see the truth. Loved this line:
'Yet, each day, a scene from the battered armchair'
Lovely prose and interpretation of the pic.

Sue said...

Great message.
Last stanza cinches the deal.

=)

Helen said...

Yep! For me, it was the last two lines ... wowza!

Other Mary said...

Ditto Jinksy's comment. I love your phrasing of "A triple nod ripple, then swirling -
and a petal-spread vortex induced."

zongrik said...

i like the cawing rooks with the secrets

manicddaily said...

A triple nod ripple - so many interesting shimmering places here. k.

Little Nell said...

Some delicious words and descriptive phrases and a lovely rhythm. The stars a s a beckoning sea - wonderful.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Clarity often takes strength to permit,
what you can't see in front of your eyes.


Oh so true.

Anna :o]