Miracle Of Yellow
“So, when you hold the hemisphere
of a cut lemon above your plate, you spill
a universe of gold…”
~Pablo Neruda
Ode To a Lemon
by, Pablo Neruda
From blossoms
released
by the moonlight,
from an
aroma of exasperated
love,
steeped in fragrance,
yellowness
drifted from the lemon tree,
and from its plantarium
lemons descended to the earth.
Tender yield!
The coasts,
the markets glowed
with light, with
unrefined gold;
we opened
two halves
of a miracle,
congealed acid
trickled
from the hemispheres
of a star,
the most intense liqueur
of nature,
unique, vivid,
concentrated,
born of the cool, fresh
lemon,
of its fragrant house,
its acid, secret symmetry.
Knives
sliced a small
cathedral
in the lemon,
the concealed apse, opened,
revealed acid stained glass,
drops
oozed topaz,
altars,
cool architecture.
So, when you hold
the hemisphere
of a cut lemon
above your plate,
you spill
a universe of gold,
a
yellow goblet
of miracles,
a fragrant nipple
of the earth’s breast,
a ray of light that was made fruit,
the minute fire of a planet.
A Prayer
Dear God,
Let us see that
we are all connected,
and that Love is the pivotal
universal truth we must embrace to
ensure peace and collective wellbeing
during our brief stay here on planet Earth.
~Amen~
©Robyn Lee
In memory and dedication to those whose precious lives
were lost or damaged in the recent Colorado tragedy
Shooting victims remembered
Aurora, Colorado Shooting: Victims Remembered | Video – ABC News
The touching post by fellow blogger, Jeannie, which provided inspiration for my prayer today
Colorado’s dark night… « The Writernubbin
My Crystal Ball
Gaze into
My
Crystal
Ball
Potential:
Limitless
No borders
Or walls.
Paths
Paved with
Gold
Translucent
Blue
Sky;
You
Needn’t
Hesitate, nor
Wonder
Why.
Winged creatures
Sing–
‘Welcome’
Invite you
To stay;
Emerald trees
Offer
Branches,
To guide your
Way.
So rub my
Crystal ball
And
Know,
The
Journey
Awaits us;
It’s time to go.
~~~
©Robyn Lee
Calming Fear
pressed
like
a pancake
flat on
my back
help me
find
my arms
my legs
my breath
help me
feel
the warmth
see beyond
the fire
help me
float
between the
blankets of fear
~~~~~~~~~~
©Meryl Spiegel 2012
~~~
Special thanks to fellow-blogger and friend, Meryl, who wrote this emotional poem for her own post last week entitled, Help. I was touched by her heartfelt words, and thought they would make an excellent companion for my feature image today. We are excited to share this collaboration, and hope you enjoy. Please visit Meryl’s site at Recovery Thru My Lens to view her photo, and read her own personal narrative, Help « Recovery Thru My Lens reflective of her post…sentiments many of us can empathize with.
Much Love ~ Robyn Lee
Storyteller Of Salt
When we quiet our minds
We so easily hear
Wise words of the waves
Dialect: flowing and clear.
Hypnotic salt tales
Told in soft rhythmic hum
Rippling echoes of ocean,
Reflect voices of sun.
The grand stories our sea tells
Will enchant and enthrall;
Since the lessons our tides teach,
Pertain to us all.
~Robyn Lee
Once Upon A Time
“…for with each dawn,
she found new hope that someday,
her dreams of happiness would come true.”
~
Cinderella
Walt Disney, 1950
I am most delighted to invite you to enjoy this wonderful poem by fellow blogger, Julie Catherine, entitled Sonnet Sequence: On Cinderella « . Julie and I agree that, together, the posts make a lovely collaboration of image and words.
You can also view Julie’s poem alongside my image here: Sonnet Sequence: On Cinderella, by~Julie Catherine
Thank you Julie, and Much Love to all!
~ Robyn Lee
Her Pain Dance
~~~
She extends
~~~
Spine arched sharply over
Shaded green fields,
Facing her
Daily mission.
~~~
She prepares
~~~
Like a
Lyrical dancer
Shifting her limbs
Purposefully
in
Synchronized
Pandemonium;
Beginning another
Onerous quest
To reclaim her
Center.
~~~
She yearns
~~~
to
Unravel
Adhesed
Muscle fibers,
Tame
Rebellious joints,
and
Align
her
Misplaced bones.
~~~
She stretches
~~~
Fiercely
with
Resilience
of
a
Brave Tigress
Setting forth
Deliberate intent
to
Free nerves
Trapped
Helplessly on their
Path.
~~~
She exhales
~~~
Forcefully;
Hips Throbbing
Rotating her pelvis
around
The vertical axis of
her
Spine,
Drawing
Painstaking circles
in
The air;
Seeking the graceful place
Where relief
Resides.
~~~
She resists
~~~
Cruel
Demonic Forces
Contracting
Her tenacious fascia,
and
Summons
Strong willful fingers
to
Knead deeply into her own
Aching tissue.
~~~
She sobs
~~~
softly;
Wrapping
Her long thin arms
Tightly around
Self,
and
in
the
Shadow
of
Agony’s harsh
Embrace
~~~
bows
~~~
solemnly
to
stillness.
~~~
Robyn Lee
Conscious Dreams
“Take note of the dreams you have while
you are peacefully awake; for those
dreams house secret windows,
providing clear view of that
which reflects your
most authentic
self.”
~
Robyn Lee
Hospitable Heart
“We welcome love into our lives
when we come to trust
that the doors of our
hearts are best
left wide
open.”
~
Robyn Lee
Because of its open heart-shaped spathe and tropical look, the Anthurium flower is considered worldwide to be the symbol of hospitality. This shy yet seductive plant says : ‘Come on in, you’re welcome here.’
source: Bron: BBH
Gratify
“I come
To answer thy pleasure; be’t to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl’d clouds, to thy strong bidding task…”
William Shakespeare
The Tempest
Classic Joy
In that pure perfect zone
Excited and free,
Wet luscious sand
Meets a vibrating sea;
Senses are flowing
Sights, textures, and sound,
As he makes his great mark,
In God’s timeless
playground.
~~~~
Robyn Lee
Liberty
“Life without liberty is like a
body without spirit.”
~ Kahil Gibran
Wishing You and Yours a very
Happy Independence Day!!
Much Love,
Robyn Lee
Points of Origin
“From the first place of liquid darkness, within the second place of air and light,
I set down the following record with its mixture of fact and truths and memories
of truths and its direction toward the Third Place,
where the starting point is myth.”
~Janet Frame, To The Is Land
~~~
*Janet Frame, novelist and poet, was born in Dunedin, New Zealand. She was one of five children born to a railway engineer and his wife. She spent her childhood in Oamaru.
Over her lifetime, she wrote eleven novels, four collections of short stories, a book of poetry, an edition of juvenile fiction, and three volumes of autobiography. Since her death, a twelfth novel, a second volume of poetry, and a handful of short stories have been released. Frame’s celebrity is informed by her dramatic personal history as well as her literary career.
The 12th Cascade
On this day
His year begins;
There’s birthday cake
Food, games and grins.
He blows his trumpet
Gifts us with tunes;
Sister accompanies on guitar,
Till guests are aswooned.
When celebrations are over
And all has been said,
He greets his 12th year
By cascading his head!
~Robyn Lee
Dedicated with love to my niece and nephew
on their 12th birthdays
today!
~Aunt Robyn Lee
THROUGH THE HEALING LENS 
