Day Eleven: Ekphrastic Challenge

My poem today for Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge responds to all three works of art.

All the Strands Carried, Come Together and Dissolve

The talking heads talk, on TV screens
and from online streams, pontificate and remonstrate
elucidate, and then negate—
but flowers do not wait

for thoughts and prayers, the analysis of fools’ blares.
Unaware of blithering-blather, the slathering lather
of rabid madness—

feeling neither hope nor sadness,
they simply do

until they’re through.

And, I am born, as are you–
in their petal-dust, scattered or buried,
river-ferried or eagle-carried,
or by winds and air brought here—again,
again, again–

then on a sigh, we’re here to live until we die,
and nourish once more the flowers that grow
and glow—
with a wave to bees, a waltz for trees—

a balm we seize,
a thread connecting bodies, earth, air, sea-
from the stars reborn, hearts, heads—we.

I’m linking this to dVerse Open Link Night.

41 thoughts on “Day Eleven: Ekphrastic Challenge

  1. Sorry, I miss all these poems. I don’t get the notifications and forget to check in.
    The poem of two parts. The talking heads and TV give way to the petal dust, the eagles and stars. So much more important!

  2. This is absolutely outstanding, Merril! 😀 I am especially blown away by; “And, I am born, as are you–in their petal-dust, scattered or buried, river-ferried or eagle-carried, or by winds and air brought here—again, again, again.”💝💝

  3. I clapped loudly, but I was on MUTE, and I’m clapping again, equally loudly, but you probably still can’t hear me. Sorry. I’ve gotta go scout up a Standing Ovation emoji.

  4. So beautiful and beautifully read, Merril. I think we could all take a lesson from the flowers:
    ‘Unaware of blithering-blather, the slathering lather
    of rabid madness’
    Amen to that!

  5. … wow… …
    … …
    … I…

    wow.

    BTW, this line made me think of the connections prompt:

    a thread connecting bodies, earth, air, sea-
    from the stars reborn, hearts, heads—we.

    Yours,
    David

  6. I was sure I’d written a comment on your poem, Merril, but I can’t seem to find it. I enjoyed your reading very much, which is full of connections, and especially love the sounds in the lines:
    ‘Unaware of blithering-blather, the slathering lather
    of rabid madness’
    and the imagery and movement in the lines:
    ‘And, I am born, as are you–
    in their petal-dust, scattered or buried,
    river-ferried or eagle-carried,
    or by winds and air brought here’.

    • Thank you so much, Kim. I’m still catching up with dVerse, and I appreciate that you came back to make such a lovely comment.
      BTW, I appreciate the BBC Radio 4 shows you mention. I looked up and listened to the first episode of one about a poltergeist. I guess it was the same one you mentioned. 😀

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