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.
Free Spirit
Angelic child
Beckons me;
Soft sweet smiles
Aura: gold and free.
With reckless abandon
She skips through dirt piles;
Lips stained chocolate
Wispy wind-blown hairstyle.
Something pure
Yet something wise;
Her sun shines down hope
As she swings through the sky.
~~~
©Robyn Lee
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
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
Shadow Lover
Take me to the green in youThe secret valley beneath the sun
Hidden behind the whispering ghosts
Of whom you pretend to be
Open up your mossy arms
So I may open mine
And wrap all limbs round your spirit wide
To exist as half no more
Bring me to your mossy floor
Beneath the shadows of your fear
A raven bride in white
A ladder to your soul
Fold down your branches
Peel open your chocolate bark
So I may pour
As liquid amber
Through your very veins
——————
by, Sam Craft
I am thrilled to share this collaborative project with you today. Special thanks to Sam of of Everyday Asperger’s, who penned this stunning piece entitled The Raven Bride in White at the most perfect time to accompany my beloved shadow image.
Hope you enjoyed!
Much Love ~ Robyn Lee
Hindsight
Looking through
Opaque clouds of
Retrospect,
Vaporized history,
Staring down old faces
Of blame.
Jagged currents
Divide his tired
Mind into
Reckless tidal waves,
As he grips the
Cold metal
Catafalque;
Clinging tightly to
His life,
Unused.
~~~~~
©Robyn Lee
Cloud Rhapsody
“I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.”
The Cloud ~ by, Percy Bysshe Shelley
I invite you to read Shelley’s poem ‘The Cloud’ in all of its glorious entirety here
The Cloud ~ by, Percy Bysshe Shelley
Desire Thee Peony
Asleep,
On a balmy
Bed
of
Lush green
Potential;
Sensual aroma
Awakens,
Thirsty roots
Wait,
Delicate petals
Open
as
Sweet Desire
Becomes.
~~~~
Robyn Lee
One of the most sensual flowers with a delicious scent, the peony
has long been used in feng shui as a cure for love & romance. This
especially applies to a couple of pink peonies. The symbol of peony
is often considered a metaphor for female beauty.
*source: About.com
Light Sedation
Blurred vision of fire
Melting my center with its breath
Sedating the pain away
~ Robyn Lee
Unremitting Love
~~~
“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean
refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how
many times it’s sent away.”
~Sara Kay
Click here to Meet Sara Kay – Spoken Word Poet Extraordinaire « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS.
I Want To Know
It doesn’t interest me if there is one God
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
abandoned.
If you know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eyes
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living
falling toward
the center of your longing. I want to know
if you are willing
to live, day by day, with the consequence of love
and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have been told, in that fierce embrace, even
the gods speak of God.
~David Whyte
This poem entitled, Self Portrait was written by David Whyte, and is an excerpt from his book
Fire In The Earth. It resonated with me as I reflected upon my feature image today, which portrays my own shadow during a visit to the woods, where I often go to contemplate life’s hard questions. Hope you enjoyed.
Much Love ~ RL
Click here to read an interesting analysis of Whyte’s poem:
Analysis of “Self-Portrait” « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS
Churning
Sturdy dock extends arm
Rippled bay churns a frazzled mind
Clouds release a sigh
~Robyn Lee
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