Friday, September 23, 2005

A CHALLENGE -- pearls

OK -- Monday will host a party about pearls --
special certainly. I propose a gift of a string
of thirty pearls -- poems and stories about pearls,
the formation, soul and value.

I will start if off with a set of Fitzgeralds (55 words each).

I hope others may add to this "story" in the making,
with thoughts of this own. Monday, when I return home,
I will check and add a couple if necessary.
Please forward this challenge/gift to other blogs that
may wish to participate.

Namaste' faucon

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Birth of a Pearl


PEARL SEED (Fitzgerald)

The crag is unimportant,
save it stood above the sea –
and provided perch for a falcon,
fresh from a bitter task
connected with man’s freedom from the gods.

As it leaped off to split in twain
and become two raven watchers –
a single, needless talon fell off,
to tumble to the waiting
depths of peace.

…………………………………………………………


PEARL GIFT (Fitzgerald)

Tears fall readily to the Goddess Sea –
all do in finality,
and find there solace and nurtured care,
in the womb of song’s creation.

Some are cycled mist,
by way of rain and stream.
others are but dust of man’s frailty
blown by the winds of certainty;

but sometimes there is a gift –
a talon …

…………………………………………………….


PEARL EMBRACE (Fitzgerald)

The sea can be selective,
and even show distain,
for flotsam lost in carelessness
or cast aside in laziness – or pervasive greed;

but all things natural to the cycle of rebirth
are welcomed to the bosom of She,
who sings of lost islands,
and churning currents
bringing children home
to silent peace and simple love.

……………………………………………………………


PEARL PASSAGE (Fitzgerald)

In man’s restricted attention,
sand is distinct only in proportion
to gravel, pebble and boulder,

while the sea knows that all things
have a story to tell.

After a millennium or two,
this talon learned of humility
and became but one
with quartz and coral,
bone and fleck of gold –

and with this gained everything.

……………………………………………………………………

PEARL JOURNEY (Fitzgerald)

One day by chance,
if you believe in coincidence,
a grain of sand was caught up
in a bit of wood drifting by –
a heroic chunk Spanish Main,
and carried to a happier spot –
where it could hear the whales sing.

Oysters also were drawn to this festive place,
and they tried to sing along,
but …

………………………………………………………….


PEARL CONNECTION (Fitzgerald)

It stood open in awe and wonder,
unafraid and innocent,
not aware that it was waiting.

One speck of special sand
drifted down in heady swirl
to engender a miracle –
a symbiosis of sorts,
if the grasp of birthing
is too far left
of passion and love
‘neath nacre dreams,
or yearning shard of memory.

……………………………………………………..…………

PEARL HOME (Fitzgerald)

Love at first is unrecognizable, perhaps –
a mere flutter of annoyance –
persistent presence –
a part of self yet distant and alone.

Shake it off! Cast it out!
“I was not ready for this joining.”

Slowly, a blending occurs –
irritation begets affection,
and fear transcends
to comfort and acceptance.

“OK, then let’s together make a home.”

2 Comments:

At 3:19 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

what a fabulous idea!

 
At 2:12 AM, Blogger Traveller said...

thank you so much for these

 

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