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Tenement Artist
Tenement Artist
Sunflower Kachina seeks a way to blossom
On seventh-floor tenement hall
Finds Hopi artist whose canvas
Is an elemental being
Whose earthen wind meanders
In the desert of gypsum light on fire
With the parade of a thousand torchbearers
On their way to a land beyond tears
Whose path gathers sunken treasures
Buried deep in the sands of clockwork
Where ancestral bones form antiquarian deeds
For excavators of lullabies
From remembered dreams
Sunflower Kachina seeks a way to blossom
On seventh-floor tenement hall
Finds Hopi artist whose canvas
Is an elemental being
Whose earthen wind meanders
In the desert of gypsum light on fire
With the parade of a thousand torchbearers
On their way to a land beyond tears
Whose path gathers sunken treasures
Buried deep in the sands of clockwork
Where ancestral bones form antiquarian deeds
For excavators of lullabies
From remembered dreams
Published 18th Sep 2021
| Edited 19th Sep 2021
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Anonymous
18th Sep 2021 8:02am
Some dispute the word "intelligent" applied to plants.
The way I tend to think of it is: when a person loses 1 of the 5 senses--sight, say--his others become more acute.
Now imagine losing...sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell...what would become more acute? I'm not sure what that sense leftover would be called, but plants have it in spades.
They can remember and recognize people and respond to the presence of any given individual, as well as the mental energy of any person around them, in a rational, sentient way.
Plants deprived of water and light can survive on love (I'm not kidding). And plants subjected to negative emotional energy can die, despite all biological needs being optimized.
Enjoyed this--the sand reference, in particular.
If you're interested in plants, you might enjoy "The Secret Life of Plants," 1973--a great read. And Emily Dickinson herself was an accomplished botanist!
Enjoyed!
The way I tend to think of it is: when a person loses 1 of the 5 senses--sight, say--his others become more acute.
Now imagine losing...sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell...what would become more acute? I'm not sure what that sense leftover would be called, but plants have it in spades.
They can remember and recognize people and respond to the presence of any given individual, as well as the mental energy of any person around them, in a rational, sentient way.
Plants deprived of water and light can survive on love (I'm not kidding). And plants subjected to negative emotional energy can die, despite all biological needs being optimized.
Enjoyed this--the sand reference, in particular.
If you're interested in plants, you might enjoy "The Secret Life of Plants," 1973--a great read. And Emily Dickinson herself was an accomplished botanist!
Enjoyed!
18th Sep 2021 8:15am
Thanks for the read and in-depth commentary Mark, my friend. You put into perspective my use of the sunflower as a metaphor for the artist. Much appreciate you illustrate my use of that metaphor. You truly have a depth of perception that is amazing.
John
John
18th Sep 2021 1:42pm
22nd Sep 2021 10:15am
The abundant cornucopia of delicious imagery is breathtaking, John. Each line is another juicy tidbit to sink my poetry loving teeth into!
I love the avant-garde feel and the way your mind strings together words to create new and fresh feeling ideas /feelings...
Truly awesome to read and partake!
Thanks for the lovely share, dear poet 🙏🏻
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Susan
I love the avant-garde feel and the way your mind strings together words to create new and fresh feeling ideas /feelings...
Truly awesome to read and partake!
Thanks for the lovely share, dear poet 🙏🏻
🌹 - 💙
Susan
22nd Sep 2021 12:22pm
Susan, love every juicy delicacy you present for me to savor here. You are me foever friend whose love enwraps me and rolls me in the filo dough of your baklava.
XoXoXo
John
XoXoXo
John
