Sunday, April 15, 2012

Magpie Tales 113: Ritual



















Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954.  Shared by Tess Kincaid




daily bread




I picked a flower 
for your grave.  in 


the old neighborhood
dilapidation on every 
doorstep offered no 
prayers for deliverance as
stale air flowed 
across garden tombs
of rooftops.
  
collective 
of burnished effort, 
of silent stillness 
is our ritual resurrection, 
with a tear for water -
  
for blossom petals
clinging to 
a stem.   




Poem ©2012 R. Burnett Baker 

11 comments:

  1. nice...love the description and texture of the moment rick which contrast well the resurrection...

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  2. I like the graves take Rick...dark...poignant...

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  3. be still my heart...beautiful,,,xx

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  4. a poignant beauty of a poem!

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  6. The woman in bed bending over in a curve does look like she is grieving, doesn't she? Nice take on the prompt.

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  7. Love your interpretation of Chagall's painting ..

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  8. A sad and tiny tome dedicated to the emptiness of living.

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  9. deliverance struck me as a perfect word to use for this image...

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