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Ascending Seraph
by JD Clay
Her cheekbones took
the luminescence of the sun.
Sixteen pebbles in a gourd,
warding off that alabaster ghost,
while a madrigal of angels serenade
her perpetuity.
She always said that life goes on,
and I’d be remiss
if I did not.
That day I sang a rhapsody
and through the tears
I watched her arabesque across
the pantheatic sky.
~ jadi
09/16/2004 Author's Note: Since my mother futured on ten years ago I’ve written two short pieces to honor her transition, Passing Pisces was the first, this being the second. No need for condolences, it’s all good.
Posted on 01/03/2005
Copyright © 2024 JD Clay
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 01/03/05 at 02:20 PM *clap, clap* the words as luscious as the sentiment ;) |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 01/03/05 at 03:06 PM wow, what a nice way to start the morning...this is beautiful...must save this one... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/03/05 at 03:12 PM Well done Jadi....Charlie |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/03/05 at 05:13 PM this is so beautifully gorgeous... what an honour... she must have been/be some Lady... blessings... |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 01/03/05 at 07:21 PM What a beautiful tribute. An amazingly moving piece here, thank you for this I needed something beautiful today. |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/03/05 at 07:40 PM You do achieve an angelic song that seems to lift and dance away. |
| Posted by Melina Raven Maness Diebold on 01/03/05 at 08:08 PM Beautiful JD. It really is. It brought tears to my eyes...I love the imagery and the sentiment, well, it speaks for itself. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/04/05 at 07:22 AM Wonderful jadi. I enjoyed reading the whole poem, but the last stanza really grabbed me. Your mother must have been one special lady. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 01/05/05 at 03:49 PM Indeed a beautiful and loving tribute which uplifts the spirit. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/07/05 at 04:38 PM This is a beautiful tribute. the only way to recompense when one isn't there on the physical plane. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/15/05 at 01:16 PM mothers! when from our bosoms parted, alas, there are no more where they came from and while we cannot go back home, for all that grace a home, when mother is gone are shadows.
and yet there is no need go back, as the home e'er tags along, what'er, wher'er our excursion into ductile waters, our deep bosomed craft will hold those memories as balast or pull up anchors where shades become us when journeying is intent to outstare the sun. |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 04/07/07 at 04:58 PM Just lovely, jadi - a wonderful elegy. One question re the word "remised" - I'm not familiar with it and it didn't pop up in my rather limited thesaurus/dicitionary. Did you mean "remiss"? Oh, and congrats on POTD! d:-) |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 04/07/07 at 06:06 PM I read this poem after midnight here last night, and woke up with it on my mind. I had looked at a painting of a seraph by William Blake and found the images painted in your poem so moving, ... this poem "life goes on" upward, toward the sun through the heavens, and so musically so. The details have depth and mysterious signigicance... the divination gourd, the luminescence of "her cheekbones" (this seems a very real observation). There is great emotional fused with poetic abstractness and fine imagery in this short, rich tribute. I love it. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/07/07 at 06:45 PM CONGRATULATIONS ON POTD!
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/07/07 at 07:56 PM This is beautiful; so full of light. Thank you for posting this. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 10/31/07 at 10:36 AM The neverendingness of a conversation that transcends all things flows in this poetspeak where the luminescence of a Mother’s beauty is breathed through her son, and the reader is privileged beholder. I envision the poet under a blanket of stars - in his heart the serenade that melodies the night - is one voice with the madrigal of Angels. The tender celestial brush of Ascending Seraph wings away tears and she mentors now as she did then. Here where silent reader i come to listen to your rhapsody often solace finds me should there be the need – she simply knows and arabesques the pantheatic skies be they inner or outer … How splendid the arabesque into potd … lovelight&peace *m.a
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