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.
a 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
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nice...love the description and texture of the moment rick which contrast well the resurrection...
ReplyDeleteI like the graves take Rick...dark...poignant...
ReplyDeletebe still my heart...beautiful,,,xx
ReplyDeletea poignant beauty of a poem!
ReplyDeleteThe woman in bed bending over in a curve does look like she is grieving, doesn't she? Nice take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteLove your interpretation of Chagall's painting ..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words Rick.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
deliverance struck me as a perfect word to use for this image...
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Rick!
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