camera pans from overhead looking into the upturned face of the boy still standing upon the bloody ground of his slain father:between acts
curtain clouds
dim light everlasting
and upon the face of soil
two white eyes
two red lips
look into the tears
of heaven
washing away
the sins
of men
in the baptism
of revenge (forgiveness)
the eternal fire
growing, consuming
past, future
burning
hand, heart
reaping
sorrow (love)
and from above
the gentle weeping
of father
for
son
(this is where, in comic relief, as the camera pans above the boy, Johnny Cash's voice plays, Don't Take Your Guns to Town)
7 comments:
Love that Cash tune! Once again, the most beautiful images evoked. Today's image seems to me the upturned face of an orchid.
Lime, I grew up listening to that song and many others by Cash, not by choice but because my dad always had them playing during the weekend. I grew to love the association of those songs with childhood weekends, dad drinking, which was the only time he was ever in a good mood and not yelling his head off at everything that moved.
Nice interpretation of the image. You might want to check out Trebuchet (my image blog linked on my sidebar). I have several versions of this image posted there. I saw in this image the ground, wet and bloody that the boy was standing upon as he looked up into the rainy sky, the camera panning 360 from above.
Music is huge to me. I like almost every variety of it and I attach to it emotionally. I can point to any period of my life and connect with the music I was enjoying then. It may not have been the current hit parade, but what I liked right then.
I'm going to scoot over and look at those images.
Lime, music and memory, for me, go hand in hand. One of the first times I spent a week in Florida (at the beach) i listened to Abbey Road for the first time, all week long. To this day, that album is white sand, blue skies and the hormones of a eighteen year old. :-D
I literally attempted to stop myself due to length, but I must quote the following;
between acts
curtain clouds
dim light everlasting
and upon the face of soil
two white eyes
two red lips
look into the tears
of heaven
washing away...
With each word, I loved this poem still more. Not to take anything at all from the rest of the poem, but these 9(11) lines are so rich, so eloquent, so arresting, I am unable to tear myself away from those first lines for long, finding myself returning to them each time that I finish the poem, and often times doubling back before going on. Image rich, somber, and yet the sheer beauty of the language, of the narrative lifts the scene beyond the earth, the sorrow giving it an ethereal quality, mood adding to meaning, together, each more in union.
As the poem closes upon the expressive last lines, one knows that though the poem as a whole was affecting, that last image will be enduringly so.
Sweetest, my poems always look better to me after I read your commentary, without which, I think I would have stopped writing a long time ago. Thank you for being you. I wish you were here to hug, but then again, I might not ever let you go. :-)
If you tried, I wouldn't let you. :-)
There are plenty of befores and afters in life, some are thought of as particularly significant and some cannot be imagined as otherwise - I'm just incredibly thankful that I have been blessed with the expanding, gladdening, infinitely special opportunity of having been able to read the very many offerings that you have posted here these past years. Thank you for being you.
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