BEE STINGS AND PEARLS
That word-born place
Where I talk to God
Gets lost in translation
The perfect thought
Exits my brain
As a torn web
A run in the stocking
A cracked jar
Filled to the brim
With invisible honey
It takes time for
My words to spill, to
Spill and become a poem
Smooth thoughts mix
With rough ones, like
Velvet and scars
Bee stings and pearls
Silk and thorns
Petals and sorrow
And then there's that other:
The perfume of my fears
Dabbed on my wrists
Where my pulse lies
While my soul wanders
Angel-wise and feather soft
Wading through my fields
To find my heart
Nosing its glass, her
Palms flush and warm
Against its windows.
© Sherri Brannon
I'm linking up today with Poetry Pantry...it's a wonderful and supportive place to post your poetry each week. If you ever want to share your writings, I highly recommend it. This is a poem I've been working on for the last week; I'm not sure if it's done yet, but I like where it is so far. The image I'm sharing was first taken and processed with my iPhone. I then brought it into Photoshop Elements and further enhanced it with an old poem I found in an 1800s poetry book on archives.org. I also put it into Radlab to tweek it a bit.
Thanks so much for stopping by!
Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are. ~Anthony Marra
Ah, I can identify with it taking time for words to spill and become a poem. Smooth thoughts definitely mix with rough ones! I like the idea of 'bee stings and pearls.' So very true...with words, with poetry, and with life in general.
ReplyDeleteI loved everything about this. Loved the processed image, loved the contrariety in the title. Loved the calmness filled with a certain outcry. Amazing what people do with words. :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes I too talk to god and the feeling is amazing
ReplyDeletereally nice flow in this...there is an honesty in your words as well...the dab of fear as perfume on your pulse points in particular for me....the word-born, place you meet god...ha...nice play there on the book of John...
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the opening lines:
ReplyDelete'That word-born place
Where I talk to God
Gets lost in translation'
I enjoyed the way you expressed creative writing.
"The perfume of my fears
ReplyDeleteDabbed on my wrists
Where my pulse lies" - such a poetic way of describing..it really took me.. beautiful.
I too loved the perfume of my fears and can so relate--I so enjoyed this piece today!
ReplyDeleteI especially like the 2nd stanza ~ M
ReplyDeleteExcellent imagery throughout this whole piece so I won't try to quote the whole thing! I love it, and the photo too.
ReplyDeleteEvery word in this Sherri is just beautiful, and brings forth such powerful "mind pictures" and feelings. You are truly so GIFTED in your writing. Maybe this is the year that you will publish????
ReplyDeleteDid you check out BLURB, in the thought of self publishing something.?? I will buy several.
Anyway, this is just beautiful, and the photo is perfect with it. Have a wonderful rest of the week!
amazing poem sherri, you are multi-talented. i need to write again, more, since i used to write a lot of poetry myself.
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