closing song (loss/renewal)

[summer_jackel]

She realized she had lost
something of herself along the way

(as we all do, as we all do----
there is nothing that is not eaten,
there is nothing that is not worn
ask the insect and the cordyseps)

and, looking for it, sadly, a little frantic
a little lost
realized
the corpses buried in the garden came to flower
after all
their fragrant nodding blossoms rising all around her
bright and soft and humid---
what you found, they sing
look what you've planted
look what you've found.





And hey, looks like I made it through another year of this exercise, only slipping up by getting in late once. I feel as though I should mention that the bit about the corpses and the garden in this one is an homage to/riffing off of T.S. Eliot. Thanks for reading!

Comments

[summer-jackel.livejournal.com]

"that corpse you planted last year in your garden,
has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?"
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

(yeah, my toes curled)

[cphoenix.livejournal.com]

Not to criticize your poem - it's beautiful - but to answer it, I'll invoke "Dirge Without Music" by Edna St. Vincent Millay:

....
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,-
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
....

Congrats on another NaPoWriMo, and sympathies for whatever losses you were thinking about.