Sunday, October 14, 2007

Imago Dei

(Response to Totally Optional Prompts)

In a dreamer's tale is a sack of coins unearthed from his own hearth.
This very hearth reveals surpassing treasure,
coin that breaths at the pine table on kitchen chairs
circled close
brewed in a silver teapot tarnished by season's neglect, by pain
burnished anew in transactions of soul sipped
from chipped cups, elixir that lingers long on memory's tongue.

Today again his gaze glances the soft gleam patina-ed by years of your
heart's tread across this threshold your reflection misted in steam
your word enfleshed fragrant as tea a wetness at the eye's edge.

4 comments:

Mike Mc said...

Intriguing. It has a lot to think about , which makes it feel dense, yet it flows nicely. Good job.

Clare said...

I love the beautiful and vivid imagery in your poem -- and you write with an incredible spirit. I especially like the line "then burnished anew in transactions of soul sipped/ from chipped cups" -- this is amazing.

gautami tripathy said...

I do read and re-read your poems to get to the gist. Interesting play of words.

Inconsequential said...

wow.


Seems very different from your usual style, and yet - not :)

Excellent words, great flow...

I think I like it :)