Monday, August 31, 2015

Castilleja


photo by sbwildflowers


You are the fire on the prairie,
the indian paintbrush,
the flower I consume,
                 but only just enough.


       ~~~


I pick seeds of roadside wildflowers
from the dust on my jeans
                                    & plant them in the neglected,
dry pots
around the office, on bedside tables
                                     & barren gardens;
a floral terrorist of owl's clover
                                     & broomrape,
                                         of fire spread,
like the shaman's voice
                                    on the prairie
                                                            wind.

      ~~~

My feet are butterflies.
Yours are hemiparasitic - able to create,
but taking life, to sustain itself
                       from the grass
                                      & forbs - it's how you survive
                                          the desert
                                                      of our middling.

     ~~~

Your petals on my tongue
are life & death - too much/too little,
how much is enough?


        ~~~

If you can live on the harsh exhaust of our coming
& going
                          you are stronger
                          than I am.




These are really notes, scribbles in my notebook in preparation, as I was researching for a poem that I was writing - I will post the final poem on Thursday. I have had a few people express interest in my process of writing - and there are a few of these that I think could stand alone with a bit of massaging.



29 comments:

  1. I also research but I do not have notes this gorgeous! Actually I am quite a disaster I keep a Word Document open and just scribble there and eventually I end up with 40 pages of scribbles and then I make another and another and there is really no order sometimes I am working on multiple things at once. I am one of those people that when I paint I end up covered in it, I just get so submerged I forget. This is a seriously wonderful piece though! I would never have thought this was not completed piece

    mindlovemisery

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  2. I m wondering if the notes are so captivating.. then what will the final post be like.. truly an amazing poem :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. The opening lines are amazing and so are the rest.....

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  4. I really like this! And I agree, some... words!... can stand alone. Like this one. My mind is actually filling in and colouring in, not just thoughtless reading *smiles*

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  5. So very interesting, I look forward what will come out of this.. though I think see a message forming.. the spreading of seeds the parasitic plants... I see an extended metaphor is forming.

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  6. so interesting - my fav is the floral terrorist part as there's such abundant passion in it to do good, to make the world a more beautiful place - and i'm so curious now of how you're gonna weave this together

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  7. I love the scribblings X, all of them gems ~

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  8. A seed is a full poem of possibilities to me..
    a word can take me places where i never go bEfore..
    A letter holds A UniVerse in endless flow..
    and A number is
    ALL THAT IS
    as
    ONE..
    theRe are no Limits
    or expectations of
    poeTry to me..
    the smallest
    fractal
    and the
    greaTest
    Star
    are
    ONE
    AND
    sAme
    as Me..
    and i for one
    am never alone..
    ALLone sings ALLONE..:)

    And all of IS is my palette
    my brush is all that
    limits..
    growing wider
    and wider
    the more
    i
    explore
    IT NOW..
    wHere no
    exclusions
    apply as hEart
    has no contract or
    Price of Sell for me..
    So yes.. in short.. of
    course i like
    'yoUr poem'..
    most
    importantly
    IT changes me
    and inspires something..
    anything.. new in me.. what
    greater compliment can
    theRe be for
    a connecting
    force of you
    and i and
    we
    and
    poe
    Try..:)

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  9. My father.. the quiet one
    tales his brother..
    a Vacuum
    CLEANER
    SELLER..
    the 'talking
    one'.. a little
    bit of you
    goes a long
    long way..
    Ha! if only
    my father
    can
    hear
    me now..
    but standing
    tall Infinity
    8 is
    no limit
    NOW
    @LEAST..:P

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  10. Yes, most interesting to see this. The whole thing somehow works together well as it stands, but interested to see where you take it...

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  11. This is very sensual at least for me X. Your words and breaks continue to amaze me.

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  12. Hi X - sorry I am late with my comment. I am in the middle of a busy time again. I wish I could say I found meaning in your poem. I see many grandiose comments, but I just don't get it. You said they are notes. I can identify with that. Perhaps when the notes turn into a poem, I will know its meaning. I must be honest. Sorry.

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    1. It is no more than it is; a group of lines or thoughts around a central topic - maybe the first few tangles of a verse - with no coherent thought that runs through them. A cluster of wanna be verses to play with.

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  13. I think they all can stand alone..the first one especially..taking only enough for survival...I am not sure I understand the broomrape is leaves an uneasy feeling..while I like the planting of seeds in barren places.. perhaps, it is the fires that kill the plants..some plants live off of other plants and they are all connected. I can hear the shaman's voice and I think I know what he would say. I think this has components of a very passionate poem. Nice to see the wheels of your mind at work..I do love wildflowers...especially those that are able to grow in the desert such beauty in a dry barren place..ok, now I am curious what you will do next.

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    1. re-reading this I think I get it now..you know about the broom...

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  14. Hi X, I think the first and last two can stand on their own, and together make a sensual, romantic poem. I also like the second on its own, except for "broomrape" - not sure what you mean by that - but the rest of the imagery is nice. The third is a bit more obscure. As you said, they are notes but definitely have potential to develop into complete poems. Let's see what you do with them next :)

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    1. Broomrape is actually the family that the castilleja wildflower belongs to. Such and odd name. Tragic.

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  15. WOW!!!!!!! I was about to go into ecstasies about how this is your best poem yet when I read your notes..........if you improve on this, you might just become Poet Laureate, LOL. I LOVE this. SO MUCH!

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  16. p.s. you can bet I will be back on Thursday to see the final version. Smiles.

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  17. It is a good build up to writing. Process and technique in writing this way can put a lot of discipline into it. It brings out the best. Thursday is awaited! Thanks, X!

    http://imagery77.blogspot.com/2015/08/no-way-i-can-be-volitant-in-here.html

    Hank

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  18. Like the process of scribbling notes and then evolving the poem... thanks for sharing. Will have to think if I have a definite process..don't think so!!!!!

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  19. I Love this process of construction and creation...interesting and inspiring...

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  20. Ah-- well pretty stand alone I think. K.

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  21. A floral terrorist is not a bad thing if they exist as you describe. I like I've imagery you've used here.

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  22. It looks to me like this is headed in the dire-erection of being a poem about oral sex. Can't wait to see how it comes out.

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