Tuesday, October 26, 2010

~spent~






Season after season
I live, I give
succor, seeds, scent~

My soul force spent
in sweet service
to beauty and to life~

My life force spent
No sacrament amiss
Now kiss...
 me with your compost knife.

~bz



8 comments:

  1. Beautiful.. particularly in monochrome.

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  2. Bonnie, this is quite evocative. You stunned and surprised me with that compost knife. I don't know what it is, but to demand a kiss with it is a compelling way to end this poem about a woman's service to beauty. You've got me humming now . . .

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  3. You never cease to enlighten me with your posts and your photographs. Especially when a sharp instrument demands a kiss!!

    Hope your hand is healing and receiving lots of kisses of health :)

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  4. Loved the poem, Bonnie!
    A female Leonard Cohen!

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  5. a gorgeous intense image!!! steven

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  6. This is really wonderful, Bonnie. The last stanza is particularly compelling, setting me up so nicely with the 'no sacrament amiss' and then stabbing me with that memorable compost knife.

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  7. I love how your image matches your poem and the edge of humor at the end. I also enjoyed your fall foliage in the post below.

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