a stone only breaks once
a stone
only breaks once
but a heart
is born
to crack
like ice in springtime
under the
slow unflinching sun
heaving its crystal skin
into islands
and continents
splitting apart
in dark veins
of glass
melting, melting
until
the night's steel fingers
glide over the torn edges
smoothing the scars away
solid again
unbroken
until morning
only breaks once
but a heart
is born
to crack
like ice in springtime
under the
slow unflinching sun
heaving its crystal skin
into islands
and continents
splitting apart
in dark veins
of glass
melting, melting
until
the night's steel fingers
glide over the torn edges
smoothing the scars away
solid again
unbroken
until morning
posted by Yes at 11:38 PM
14 Comments:
Such beautiful words!
Firebird, I simply love how you write!
Margie
such melancholy...like a heartbreak with beautiful words :)
"melting, melting
until
the night's steel fingers
glide over the torn edges"
It kind of rings so true
Lovely poem, my dear bird
"the night's steel fingers
glide over the torn edges"
when the pain gets me, i close myself from all -- in my world of slow music -- i heal myself...
i am just fed up of my frail heart myself though...when one closes oneself from the world..it's all so solid again :)
Nice poetry Firebird,
my happiness is when I reach you I get the right kind of poetry that I look for :)
love, my bird
devika
:)
Dear firebird,
once again I irresistibly felt seduced by your lovely words to try and translate them. Taking your kind permission as granted and adopting some very free choices of my own here (also see below for your convenience) comes the result of doing so! I enjoyed translating your poem nearly as much as I loved to read it.
Best wishes
Susanne
Ein Stein
bricht nur einmal
ein Herz
kommt zur Welt
und zerbricht
wie Eis das im Frühling
wenn
Sonne nicht weicht
kristallene Segel aus Haut
setzt wie Inseln
wie ein Kontinent
das zerfällt
zu dunklen Adern
aus Glas
schmilzt, schmilzt
bis
die stählernen Finger der Nacht
die Fetzen bestreichen am Rand
und die Narben erweichen
fest wieder dann
ganz
bis zum Tag.
Margie--Love your beautiful comment--and I am always happy when you visit!
Lorraine--Thanks for understanding the feeling--maybe it fits in with yours sometimes...
Gautami--I'm happy that you like those lines...and thanks for visiting and commenting--I appreciate it!
Devika--yes, that's what I had in mind about healing ourselves--even if it is only temporary...but that's the way we are made, right?
Kai--thanks for the smile--I needed that!
Susanne--Love your translation (not that my German ability can do it justice--) and I appreciate that you are so creative! I always am happy when you do this--thanks.
Yeah, my dear
One of my teachers used to say -- "wash your mind and body when the day starts and ends"...that time i never got the meaning of washing the mind...
But as we see life, we come to know --- thats a great healing excercise :)
wishes,
devika
I remember so many times like these. The heart may look unblemished but each day leaves its own marks.
Beautiful. True.
Devika--you're absolutely right about that--what a great idea! I am going to remember to do that morning and night...
Echo--yes, I love the way you put that into words...thanks!
This is a wonderful spring-thaw-break metaphor. We have a small lake back of the house ,the ice on which is now popping and cracking in the morning sun. No continents yet, probably just a slow melt with smooth edges as you describe.
A day of warm today 68°F -- out for a long walk for me!
Goatman--actually, your purple icon looks like it could be illustrating your melting lake ice image...
Wow, 68 degrees? We haven't come near that yet--can't wait!
I wish you were in my writers critique group. anyone who can write like this surely as outstanding critiquing skills as well. i am envious of your craft and desirous of your opinions.
Bird--thanks for the great comment--I DO love editing and giving feedback! And I was very impressed with your latest post, wouldn't say it needed any "critique"! You are a wonderful writer, and I have the feeling you are an exigent editor of your own work before you release it to the world...
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