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Passing Pisces

by JD Clay

 

The hours all

too precious few

nightingales resound

 

The mourning light

still shines upon

the fleeting afternoon

 

Renaissance replete

sweetgrass and Angels

heralding your name

 

Fishes leap in

exaltation

from your barren grave

 

 

 

 

~ jadi

 

 

 

08/31/2003

Posted on 12/17/2004
Copyright © 2024 JD Clay

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sarah Graves on 12/17/04 at 01:24 AM

There is something really beautiful on how you strand your words together in this piece. Another great read.. :)

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/17/04 at 01:40 AM

A fascinating reflection on the passing of pisces. (Pisces will return as the months roll by!)

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/19/04 at 01:41 PM

I see interconnectedness in events, one leading to the other.Good and bad lose their meaning in this continuity.

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 12/20/04 at 01:21 PM

Philosophical and exhalative within the one breath...this talked to me like a circle. No start or finish. No judgment just is...Nice!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/21/04 at 03:36 AM

Great (positive) mood poem jadi. And yes, well reflective of how it's a great time to be alive. The Brush Script font only adds more effect to the message. Season's greetings!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/26/04 at 10:29 PM

Wonderful Jadi....Charlie

Posted by Jane E Pearce on 12/29/04 at 05:46 PM

Beautiful words and images. Lovely read.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/03/05 at 05:15 PM

and this is as beautifully gorgeous... i can close my eyes and feel the warmth and astral feeling of these precious words... you write with bliss... blessings...

Posted by Rula Shin on 03/29/05 at 08:00 PM

I can’t believe I didn’t comment on this before, myself being that fish on the last eve of her existence within the yearly cycle. How appropriate this seems for a girl on the cusp. Oh but there is something so sentimental and moving here JD, something beyond the passing of astrological symbolism. I find this piece so gentle in its mourning, so soft and beautiful, every last word. It is the poem of a thoughtful artist and deep intuition, for it is not just the “passing of Pisces” I see here, but the passing of a season, a tide, a love…it is the mourning of fleeting beauty, and the emotional celebration of her elusive splendor. That’s what I saw. I simply love this one.

Posted by Rula Shin on 03/29/05 at 08:01 PM

I mean "thoughtful artist WITH deep intuition" :-)

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/09/07 at 05:53 PM

This delicately constructed, lyrically satisfying poem feels full of personal association and tribute. (The specific "Passing Pisces" seems especially indicative of this.) Yet every word, phrase, line opens up in multiple unfoldings to anyone whose delicately might lightly touch. The word "passing" itself unfolds, with its meanings of going by and being so affected, but also it is significant as a way of expressing death itself. Also "passing" is the word used for giving energy in such healing practices as Reiki. The first two lines give such sign of balance and intricate conception. We find "all" are "too few and ... with "precious" being common and the pivot of the beginning lines as well as the ideas and feelings. Even the "nightingales" (winds within the night) (and such a symbol in many mythologies for the beauty found singing in the dark). The "resound" already awakens the rebirth so central here. "Mourning light" is so sensitive a construction, and born of "passing" that this "still" shines... gives a feeling of the insight born of darkness in quietness dwelling "upon" the "fleeting"... this sense of movement, passing of "hours" (of life's moments) carries us into a "Renaissance" the essential rebirth, also so important and a key word in healing practices. "Sweetgrass" is one of the cleansing, balancing herbs burned in "smudging" where influence of insense refreshes, gives atmosphere and effect of such "renaissance". "Heralding your name" gives a very personal feeling a directed one to someone who is felt in "mourning" light, and yet that "your" can be universal. The "barren grave" certainly points to "renaissance", rebirth, and the concept of the empty grave is significant in may religions and mythologies. This is a positive, loving poem, personal and universal, built carefully with intuitively crafted and enfolded detail. I love that there are twelve lines of the poem coinciding with Pisces being the twelfth sigh of the zodiac. My favorites list grows with each poem of yours I enter... and never want to leave!

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