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Layers: In the Garden (1 Viewer)

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Layers: In the Garden

Her shins cracked,
heels crumbled.
Her hands turned inside out
unable to cradle anymore.

She fell inside her body.

Crumbs of bone and scattered ashes
bury within roots and soil.
I cannot pluck my mother's face
from any rose.

The marble wall wells
layers
of represented death,
machine etched and posted.
Somewhere,
inside that crowd,
it's Dorothy.

Stone garden bench
grabs the sun,
refracting reflection and repose.
It burns my thighs.
Apathy responds.

But in my twining dream
peace caresses guilts.

She is a world,

a particle magnified,

alive,

resplendent,

complete.

All in All,

etched by God.
 

darrellmoneyhon

Senior Member
Layers: In the Garden

Her shins cracked,
heels crumbled.
Her hands turned inside out
unable to cradle anymore.

She fell inside her body.

Crumbs of bone and scattered ashes
bury within roots and soil.
I cannot pluck my mother's face
from any rose.

The marble wall wells
layers
of represented death,
machine etched and posted.
Somewhere,
inside that crowd,
it's Dorothy.

Stone garden bench
grabs the sun,
refracting reflection and repose.
It burns my thighs.
Apathy responds.

But in my twining dream
peace caresses guilts.

She is a world,

a particle magnified,

alive,

resplendent,

complete.

All in All,

etched by God.
Loved these two lines:

"She is a world,

a particle magnified,"'

A very contemplative garden visit? Projecting (negative, onto cracked garden ornamentation?) and reclaiming the projections (including in the end, the narrator's own divinity?)? Healing from guilt and from feeling dead (like a mere particle?)? Particle/wave duality (quantum physics) restoring the wave function? Dead, crumbling self feeling more alive, whole, etched with fresh breath/spirit?

All impressions I had, how poem "spoke" to me. Hopefully, in the ballpark of poet's experience, but also okay if not.

Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed it.

Darrell (Mountainfaller) Moneyhon
 
Her hands turned inside out
unable to cradle anymore.

The poem starts off strongly, especially with this line! The imagery is strong.

The marble wall wells
layers
of represented death,
machine etched and posted.

I get the sense that the speaker is in a garden, looking at a memorial wall that is machine-etched. "The marble wall wells layers of represented death" confuses me just a bit, though. Is "well" being used as a verb?

Overall, the imagery of the poem is pretty. I get an sense of grief--the speaker cannot find her mother anywhere but in her dreams, and is so upset that the hot bench burning her thighs is only met with apathy. I think this conveys the ideas of loss, grief, and sadness quite well.

Thank you for sharing!
 
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