Friday, December 19, 2008

perfection

I remember, then
when your eyes were closed

how I caught
a small new world
catapulting from inside your body
inches
from the ground

how brave, how blessed
was that dusty
snow-speckled floor
that held you softly

and the haphazard canopy of sticks
that kept us
from the cruel stars

I remember, still
when your eyes were closed
I searched in vain
for clean straw

setting the cows, finally
to lick the blood away
still damp on your legs

and later
in the gathering snow
and stillness
my hands
told me

that they had touched
perfection
in that shining form

as it unfolded out of you
radiant in flesh,
that night
and forever

but also
the same perfection
shone
in the blood-streaked
trampled soil

on which we lay

11 Comments:

Blogger Devika said...

this is a heavenly piece, my dear

someone's perfect vision --
for a peaceful world...

loed this one, Janice
beyond words, truly..because it envisions mine :)

love,
devika

Friday, December 19, 2008 at 10:11:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Devika, my love--I drink your approval like wine (I'll take the different name as a compliment!)

Thanks, I needed that--and I love that word, "heavenly"...

Friday, December 19, 2008 at 10:30:00 PM EST  
Blogger Devika said...

when i call you my dear bird, i mean it my dear..

but then, may be i sit alone most of the day, ghosts -- living and dead -- are my company..some are good; some unpredictable...turning me grim sometimes...and i may then speak out of their voice occassionally...lose sense of all...i believe you would understand me....

when an approval comes to me..i know how I feel dear...to me its kind of a panacea...but, now getting used to living without it :)

heavenly -- small heavens on earth are my lookout..and i believe, i would seldom miss sight of it..:)

love,
devika

Friday, December 19, 2008 at 10:48:00 PM EST  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Wow, you give delicacy an entirely new meaning, wow, I have no words Fireb ;)

Saturday, December 20, 2008 at 6:20:00 AM EST  
Blogger Janice Thomson said...

What a beautiful emotionally tender piece Firebird! Perfection indeed. Birth is truly an amazing phenomenon.

Saturday, December 20, 2008 at 12:43:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Devika--you are so eloquent--and definitely not lacking in approval from all your followers! And please hold on to that inner smile, don't let the ghosts ruffle your feathers...

Lorraine--Ah, "delicacy"--I love that word, too! I'm glad the poem brought that feeling to you...

Janice--"tender"--there's another feeling I love...you make me smile all over--thanks!

Sunday, December 21, 2008 at 1:48:00 AM EST  
Blogger Devika said...

Hi Firebird,

My dear Wish you and all in the family a Merry Christmas! :)

love,
devika

Tuesday, December 23, 2008 at 10:13:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Thank you, Devika--Love to you and all your family, too!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008 at 2:24:00 PM EST  
Blogger Devika said...

Thank you Firebird...

Taking words from you...

We all -my family --lies in the blood-streaked
trampled soil :)

and now the dream lives on :)

Love,
devika

Wednesday, December 24, 2008 at 11:17:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Devika--when the soil and the dream are part of the same whole, then we truly live on...and I wish for you and your family, peace and happiness always!

Thursday, December 25, 2008 at 3:03:00 PM EST  
Blogger Devika said...

You said it so well, my dear...

seen all your replies...thank you dear for all the wishes..

love,
devika

Thursday, December 25, 2008 at 11:18:00 PM EST  

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