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i. terra
by Richard Paezdo not think that i have forgotten.
sometimes, the only thing i can remember
is the way the vine would climb up, caress,
hold onto the tree.
sliding its tendrils under bark
and into wood.
the horizon gave birth
to the morning disk
the vine-flowers danced
straining to face it
shimmering petals bled dew
and shivered with the
chill warmth of the
distant, burning orb
do you think i cannot remember,
recall the way water would pool
in the Y made by the two great branches?
like a red eye,
all seeing, all knowing.
yet still straining to see something-
above.
rain would form ripples
the eye would blink
and for a slight moment
vision would be obscured
when it opened again
the world was beautiful
the earth full of life
water and soil
and there, in the garden
we would play
at home, as one
with the earth
do not think that i have forgotten
most times it is the only thing
i can remember 09/26/2001 Posted on 09/26/2001
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 08/01/03 at 04:07 AM you write of a new way of seeing the world, as though reborn... or blinking awake again into nature's reality with fresh eyes.. it's beautiful |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/25/03 at 12:30 PM Transformational poetry, malachi. Your verdant verse has grown to new heights and reaches out in a multi-faceted fashion. Am I reading more than Mother Earth into this poignant poem, Hmm?
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/19/04 at 09:16 PM this is lush... this is beauty... to be like the ancients and see through feeling... blessings... |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 09/13/04 at 12:13 AM "the horizon gave birth to the morning dusk"....i love the imagery in this. should that be disk or dusk? |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/30/06 at 05:21 PM how did I miss this, Dr. Pez? O.o Beautiful and certainly thought provoking though I'll cease the with syllables and just start slobbering on your shoes.
Been awhile. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/18/06 at 03:47 PM Fantastic POTD! You give the earth its very essence here, and the observer a fundamental yearning. Thank you. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/18/06 at 05:37 PM Many thanks to whoever made this poem of the day. I have never read your poetry before. There was no doubt in my mind from even the first line of its lyricism and power. The fascination with the details of tree, vine and pool are intensely moving to me and it is in moments of emotional impact that such remembrance is fixed and the constant going back is what the mind does. The spoken quality of the poem, the reiteration... "do not think that i have forgotten" and the delicate variation "do you think I cannot remember" and is extremely effective, I hear it. The emphasis and repetition is just right. The incredibly tactile "sliding its tendrils under bark
and into wood" gives me shivers. The spoken parts--directly conversational to the "you" are set to one side, the songful descriptions if in the present (past) gleam green to me. Beneath it all... I sense the subtley linked "i" and "eye" both-- visionary. |
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