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devina
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0 posted 2015-05-29 09:54 AM




Dried flowers, pressed-
in bloodied-red,
lay quiet-slaked, as dream..
'neath gossamer-opaque-
a layered hush,
in crinkled sheets..

Some-
still laced up tight,
'n' upside down-
hang from ceiling's
ironed crown..
To wither life,
(if found)
"..and turn'd dry now.."
from each drip of dew..
graced to ground..

The rest? he asks..
(to that, I speak)
"I've ironed 'em-
pliant,
with whispered heat,
palm smoothing out-
every crease.."
And his eyes..?
began to feast..

On petals..(aroma sweet)
Bound in hand-
woman to man..
in opened fist..
stems curled on wrists,
just the same as Lover's kiss..

The stamen, a ring-
binding two..inside...
without bestowing-
"'til our demise.."
Betrothal in Eternity,
is made-
of flowers, pressed.
'Tween veins-
in perfect unison,
of two souls-
on one seam..

~blessed~

Circle sanctions-
Trust, complete; In all creation-
(guaranteed)
for petals- soft, and woes unseen-
You will
(remember)
everything..

Two petals; Pressed in dreams
reach now, strength-
~Unbroken~
from Realms of in-between.


"..But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.."
~Emily Bronte
'The Night is Darkening Around Me'

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Michael
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1 posted 2015-05-29 11:34 AM


Beautiful and tantalyzingly rich in detail.  I felt the binding here.  You are a gifted writer, Tanya.  Can't wait till I get home to reread this with enough time to immerse myself in the detail.  

Michael

JerryPat2
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2 posted 2015-05-29 01:43 PM


Well, this one has so much indepth lines and verses you could take just one and analyze it all day and come up with a myriad of thoughts and possibilities. Michael has his work cut out for him. Heh.Heh

~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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3 posted 2015-05-30 07:34 AM


This is beautiful! In this poem especially I get the impression you are a very old soul. This piece with a little adaptation for language could have been written in the Middle Ages, if not earlier. This was a delight ~L
jjote
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4 posted 2015-05-30 09:42 AM


your're right there Lori - reminiscent of the language of the Romantic Ages...enchanting and lovely - my first read whiike having my breakfast makes my day
devina
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5 posted 2015-05-30 12:30 PM


Michael-love, I am soo tellin' on you!
This would never have been, without your challenged line, "and his eyes began to feast"..
(credit where it is due, ty-ty darlin')

Jerry- Touching words hun, thanks always, for gracing my post! I really had a good time with this ole ceremony.

Lori! You have made my day- sweetest thanks to you, lady! Love the out-of-the-box and into-the-circle aspect of older days.

jjote- Adore seeing you here with such warm words! Thank you, and in hopes of bringing that Romance back from the soil.

"..But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.."
~Emily Bronte
'The Night is Darkening Around Me'

VAS
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6 posted 2015-05-30 04:07 PM


Wonderful images here.
I have to admit the first stanza seems a stark contrast; caused an ache, but so many beautiful and peaceful images in the remainder. I'd like to understand the connection more.

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

devina
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7 posted 2015-06-01 06:00 PM


VAS- Thank you! One reason you might have picked up the somber mood the first stanza could be that it opens with flowers dried from ceiling to be laid in-wait of the ceremony in gauzy paper boxes. Beautiful dried, but still dead I will admit  

This was a tribute to my love, & an old Irish custom of betrothal or marriage that still holds weight in my family. Great detail online for handfasting, here is the wiki speak on it..

"From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Handfasting may be:
a historical term for "betrothal" or "wedding", see history of marriage in Great Britain and Ireland
a term for "wedding" in Neopaganism, see Handfasting (Neopaganism).."

Tahs and thanks for the read!
~d


"..But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.."
~Emily Bronte
'The Night is Darkening Around Me'

suthern
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8 posted 2015-06-11 02:22 PM


Sometimes a title pulls me in, but the poem doesn't deliver. Other times, I bless the poet for the pull, thankful I didn't miss their words. This is definitely one of those "other" times. LOL

Brilliant write, beautiful ritual!!

devina
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9 posted 2015-06-11 05:03 PM


M'Sweet Lady Suthern! I adore having you here! Much obliged fer your comment, I sure hope life is spoilin' you m'dear

Be well!
~d

"..But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.."
~Emily Bronte
'The Night is Darkening Around Me'

anya
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10 posted 2015-06-11 06:09 PM


Very evocative and full of whimsy. A pleasure to read, thank you!
JamesMichael
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11 posted 2015-06-20 10:04 PM


enjoyed...james
2islander2
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12 posted 2015-06-21 12:51 PM


Hi devina, you truly communicate with flowers and beauty, thanks for the cery fine penning


yann

Fabiani
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13 posted 2015-06-24 11:35 PM


I saw a road thats purple saw stones in a circle and told myself riddles sitting on a pair of docks thrust into the surf under neath he pillars sink into the water line with rising swells slithering in my perceptions
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