Wednesday, January 1, 2014

I Will

I'll wash the stars with my hair
like a whore come to Jesus.
I'll plant sprigs of words in my eyes
and let them grow mint wild.
I'll study the work of an egg.
I'll taste the pass of the seasons.
And, write it down,
write it down,
write it down.

For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads

24 comments:

hedgewitch said...

That is the mission, should we choose to accept it--"the work of an egg" is one of those phrases only you can turn, that stop the reader dead with the concentration of the image. Mint really can take a garden over, they say...

grapeling said...

happy new year, MZ.

you always plant images that grow mint wild ~

blueoran said...

What's fascinating about your compressions is, as Hedge notes, how so much happens in so little space. The mind leaps following what it means to taste the pass of seasons. And by all means, write it! Write it all!

Fireblossom said...

I was struck by the egg line, too, and the "mint wild". Write it, lady, and I will be here to eagerly read.

Marion said...

Wild & crazy Mint. I planted one little sprig eons ago and I have a front and back yard full of all kinds of Mint. I do aromatherapy mowing. Wish I could multiply words in my kooky mind like that Mint multiplies. (Yes, even in the midst of Winter, it's thriving!!)

Love the mental pics I get from your words. xo

Sherry Blue Sky said...

YES!!!!! Love washing the stars with one's hair.......and "write it down, write it down, write it down".......

Robert Bourne said...

and go forth into the New Year... and yes wrete it down... write it down... write it down

manicddaily said...

Wonderful. k.

Susie Clevenger said...

Resolutions as only you can write...love it!!

Susan said...

Thank you for planting sprigs of words in your eyes where they grow to express the input of all the senses. Thank you for writing down what you see, taste, touch, etc. Many of us might be at a loss without these impressions.

Sam Edge said...

The perfection in an egg ... very nice. Wow there's Toads put on their game faces for the first day of 2014. There's some incredible poetry today.

Lorraine said...

Did you know that Marie-Madeleine was never a whore they called her that because she had the temerity and courage to leave a husband who abused her...she was our first heroine

Oman said...

Have a happy new year from my country, the Philippines, to yours. :)

Kim Nelson said...

Yes! Yes! Yes! Thrilled you resolve to write it all down... and share it!

Marian said...

perfect. please do.

ds said...

YES! And then we have the pleasure of reading it (love 'study the work of an egg'--perfect). Happy New Year!

ed pilolla said...

wash, plant, study, taste and write, but the strongest part of your latest, most fabulous piece, to me anyway, is the simple act of allowing the star seeds to grow. happy new year to you, mama:)

Margaret said...

Each splendidly creative line thrilled me!

Hannah said...

This is the kinda thing I wanted to write. Magic, Mama Zen, inspired and beautiful.

Isadora Gruye said...

this is why I waited until after I wrote mine to read yours: otherwise, I would be too poem jealous to carry on. This is a battle cry and a hymnal, pick your poison lady!

Suzy said...

I'll wash the stars with my hair painted quite a picture in my head. Happy New Year.

Pealogic said...

I love the ideas of sprigs of words in your eyes. I love the devil may care aggression in your words. Bravo
Pea

wkkortas said...

I echo the wise G in all she said, especially as concerned with a jealous wish that I would have written this.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Spare, soaring, searing words:

Poetry!

Yours will always be among the first blogs I visit on any given day in 2014. All the best for a great year.