Conception (seizure) by Richard PaezIt was your iris, not your belly from which the messiah was conceived: that day I saw Him reach down from his precipice dip His large toe in to your open, sleeping eye
I saw the ripple pupil overflowing iris overflowing white the seizure receding, the communion reverberating.
Tidal waves took every shore (that day) the world seemed a smaller place.
I watched as you awoke gasping like a child held under too long belly swollen from swallowing (finally breaking) water.
It was your pupil, not your womb from which the messiah was squeezed: that one tear torn from you its eon-fall, stretching-- that one drop flooded the world.
That day I watched you vessel of ecstasy give up the immaculate-- your midwife-angels wept the manger of the world fell silent and you Madre, that day I watched you learn to swim. 11/08/2004 Author's Note: Destined for the Ojos de la Virgen Madre cycle, if and when it is finished.
Posted on 11/08/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
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Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/08/04 at 05:29 AM This is full of startling imagery. Beautiful piece. |
Posted by Don Coffman on 11/11/04 at 02:11 AM I was catching up on some reading around here and started to think I was out of practice on my 'poetry reading. And yes, I definitely find myself at a loss for words. :) This is one of those poems that'll have me coming back a few times to delve further into those pools to see the messiah. A brillant presentation of imagery, indeed. |
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/14/05 at 05:33 PM damn damn damn... me... this is art. this is real and intense. this scared me and exhaulted me, all at the same time... incredible visuals... blessings... |
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