Me-mories

My heart was split, and a flower appeared

Odes of Solomon

Isn’t that where it all began? In a garden
wide-eyed wonderment
arms open to the wind

I recall how faith fell
easily as rain, petalled confetti
mounding beneath the cherry tree

I remember whispered prayers, instances
of incense when eager, hymnal voices
tipped the clouds

I memorized Magnificats and eulogies
words of awe and majesty that moved
my mouth to tears

I treasured nature as my icons
eggs that clutched, butterfly grace
feathers, newts, each and every bud

I mind most this devilish disabusing
how hankering never does coax heaven
into the expectant, outstretched hand

Aren’t fabulous flowers appearing still,
before the heart’s agape and gazing sacredly?
brief blooms, mercurial as memories of me

For my Poetics challenge we turn away from worldly matters towards the spiritual, employing one of the 8 given fragments from the mystic poets as prompt Stepping Off the Sidewalk

61 Comments on “Me-mories

  1. This is incredibly stunning, Laura! The idea of memories as brief blooms is such a majestic one. Especially love; “petalled confetti mounding beneath the cherry tree.” 💝💝 Thank you for the lovely prompt 🙂

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  2. Stunning indeed, Laura. Is the garden in the opening stanza Eden? I have an image in my head of Eve wide-eyed and arms open to the wind – at the same time it could be anyone having their first religious experience. I love the lines:
    ‘I recall how faith fell
    easily as rain, petalled confetti
    mounding beneath the cherry tree’
    and
    ‘I treasured nature as my icons
    eggs that clutched, butterfly grace
    feathers, newts, each and every bud’.

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  3. so delightful, I chose the same line! Yours is a sacred mix of nature and prayer …

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  4. I love the contrast between your childhood memories of faith and then the rude awakening the the 6th stanza, before a return to a kind of faith in your closing lines. We can do worse than worship nature.

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    • I adored newts as a child and spent ages catching them just to look at and put back – the title came to Me in a flash and indicates the stumbling block to enlightenment!!

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  5. Faith falling as petalled confetti, and me-memories likened to blooms ….lovely descriptive phrases. A beautiful poem.

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  6. There’s an air of Manley Hopkins to this, a fervour almost of the convert, someone who chooses as an adult what they will believe in rather than simply stumbling in parents’ steps as children do. Would that be wide of the mark? It’s rather the way I feel when there’s perfection in a flower or a view.

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  7. Lovely piece Laura, – for me, stanza 5 is the hinge for all this – the realisation that nature/beauty/the divine won’t be coaxed & remains elusive – even after all these years.

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  8. I’m in love with the sentiment in that 5th stanza. Perfection: “eggs that clutched, butterfly grace
    feathers, newts, each and every bud.”

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  9. You had me at “I memorized Magnificats and eulogies, words and majesty that moved my mouth to tears.” Hey, if this be Eden, was that not an apple tree, not a cherry?

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  10. Let me add some laudatory confetti. This is a perfect response to your outstanding prompt. Awesome work indeed. Cool title, too!

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  11. There is a maturing arc in this piece, as I perceive it Laura. A moving from an innocence yo an understanding — but never despair. Lovely powerful writing.

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  12. I love the title, quote selected (same as mine), and moving verses on finding faith (as rain, pettaled confetti, reflection of your spiritual journey. The ending speaks to me about: brief blooms, mercurial as memories of me. Thank you for hosting.

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    • yes just another brief bloom unless… was a pleasure to host and see what poems evolved even from the same choices such as ours 😉

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  13. The title and your first line are amazing and open the door through the eyes of a child. The sixth stanza is awesome, Laura, and thank you for hosting.

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  14. So beautifully mesmerizing in the art of memory; quite stirring imagery too.

    “Isn’t that where it all began? In a garden..”

    Why this line is so evocative to me, I cannot explain. I feel as if I know what you’re describing, the birth of being and self, and the imagery of a garden as an origin. It’s quite an opener and it connected with me deeply. Another incredible poem! ❤ ❤ ❤

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  15. I have to echo that I love the opening with the assurance that it does begin in a garden with wonderment and then I believe we do see things throughout our lives that fills us with doubt. The twisting and turning throughout the poem, with the outstretched hand, trying to always grab what is out of reach is so relatable. The word “mercurial” nails the feeling in the last stanza!

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    • and the childish believing that faith just drops into our hands! I like mercurial for its fleetness and not forgetting the message – thank you Tricia

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  16. I too pictured Eve…lost and searching…and finding the garden, still waiting, blooming, alive. (K)

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  17. I agree with others that your opening line is enticing.
    Doesn’t all of life being in the wondering eyes of a child’s garden?
    Thank you for hosting.
    Ali

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    • yes we are born with wonderment and must continue to wonder and wander but neither come as easily in the end – thanks for joining in Ali

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  18. Yes, the beauty of life begins with the fragile flowers that are here for just a moment. Your poem is beautifully done!

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  19. ‘I recall how faith fell
    easily as rain, petalled confetti
    mounding beneath the cherry tree’

    I love this verse most of all. So wistful, so beautiful. Wonderful writing!

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  20. Absolutely stunning, Laura….in your word choice, the flow, the imagery….the reflection.
    I especially loved this stanza
    “I recall how faith fell
    easily as rain, petalled confetti
    mounding beneath the cherry tree”

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  21. “brief blooms, mercurial as memories of me”

    As is anything. We we seek a permanent condition when all about us is change.

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  22. I mind most this devilish disabusing
    how hankering never does coax heaven
    into the expectant, outstretched hand

    Yes

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  23. This was a popular line I love the opening lines, how faith fell easily as rain….the wonder of childhood.
    Thanks for the inspiration!

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