#FF4646 – The Poet Echoes God on the Seventh Day
Take a Japanese cherry blossom when the wind is gone from her lift and drag. Pink beauty hiding fury, hanging in sprawling regalia like Jimi Hendrix’s outrageous coif.
Comes wind, she grows.
Then it goes.
Now, branches no longer swayed are vegetal.
The Creator appears, we cannot but dance.
Then Creator hides: and we listen like lettuces.
cry, pomegranates.
pray, prostitutes.
promise, drunkards.
plead, condemned men.
trust, newly planted seeds.
love.
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The poem ending with “love.” is both moving and profound, GREAT WRITE!
Just what makes it moving and profound to you? I find it downright depressing. 🙂
Great shape, love the breathing airiness. ” Take a Japanese cherry blossom.” Is a wonderful way to kick the year into gear.
I love the lay out of this poem! Very diverse and keeps interest. The longer verse at the end is great.
Hendrix’s outrageous coif, listening like lettuces, there’s nothing like a Ribeiro poem. You know I know you know — brilliance.
Nice one, Rafi.
Wait, do I know you? 😉
Great shape, love the breathing airiness. ” Take a Japanese cherry blossom.” Is a wonderful way to kick the year into gear.
yo, I’m like Noah’s ark, my rhymes come in pairs
Love this piece, especially “when the wind is gone from her lift and drag. Pink beauty hiding fury,” The sounds are superb!
thank you Shaun
Great write, challenging words…
You go, Manny! I love the compression of thought and feeling in this poem.
thank you Kevin, from you I learned much
Enjoyed the images and form of this poem!
I think we were both caught in the wind today.
It’s lovely to read your verses again. And again. I look forward to more and more color!
You know that I heard you read this in my head.
Love this.
Love.
❤️