I float in poppies
muffled footpads
cortege shadows
amethyst falling
geranium petals
kissed arrows
verdant voyeurs
hush sighs
mute skies
where errant gods
taste honey
in holy water
your twenty-fourth
hour; now earth rules
my iron sorrow
Hedgewitch is today’s host of Shay’s Word Garden Word List. Hedgewitch says:
As Shay says,: “What we do here is simple: use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in an original poem.
arrow
awning
beating
cortege
dog
earth
falling
geraniums
honey
iron
kiss
listen
malediction
naked
origin
petals
poppies
sour
water
white
Tao Talk 
Love Neruda!
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The words float lightly down in each brief stanza and hold a myriad of reflections. I especially like “..amethyst falling/geranium petals/kissed arrows…” I’ve put that one together in several different ways. So glad you could share this with us at Word Garden, Li.
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Joy, thank you for such a wonderful word list to choose from, I have a fuzzy idea of who Neruda is and wanted to honor his spirit with my poem.
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I don’t know what this says. it seems like a series of random allusions to me.
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The only thing i can guess it might be is someone’s opiate high wearing off, but even then, it’s all in the first person except “your 24th hour.” ????
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The grieving is taking place in an opium den, with soft padding around by the addicts’ attendants in the first stanza. The aggrieved is reminiscing about erotic encounters under the trees with his beloved while she was still alive in the next 3. The end of the 4th stanza’s “religious experience” brings him back to the memory of her death and how he is ruled by it and suffers in his grief because she’s underground (i.e. dead = earth rules.) If you look at a life with the metaphor of a day, when one reaches the 24th hour their life is at an end. “Iron sorrow” is the hemoglobin, or blood, in his veins that has become a part of him now.
Hoping this clears up some of the fuzziness 🙂
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This is simply gorgeous, Lisa ❤ The short delicate lines remind me of petals floating down softly. Love all the sentiments described.
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Sunra, thank you and I like what you are seeing there.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Beautiful poem Li. Very effective.
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Thank you, Sadje. I like how it turned out.
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My pleasure! Me too
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I agree that it’s like an image mirrored in water–floating, delicate. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe, I like what you see there.
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Lala land four sure. I would sit through traffic light changes, asleep but not asleep. Generally cars behind me didn’t honk but some did. I would run through red lights sometimes, riders would say, “you just ran a red light.”
I finally got off ‘them’.
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I always wonder when I see erratic driving if it’s someone stoned. I’m glad you got off of them, Jim.
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You are expanding my limited vocabulary.
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Good!
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I feel ashamed but sometimes I have to look things up.
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Max, I don’t think there is a person that has ever lived who hasn’t had to look something up. That’s why God made the internet 😉
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Yea computers and the internet…job security for Max
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I love Neruda too and think this is really inspiring. Neruda has such depth and elegance of language.
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Glad you know and love Neruda. His word list made for happy poeming.
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