Green
are the bells
of Ireland
in a tender and true lassie's hand.
Long dead
are my bells
of Ireland.
I'll not see them blooming again.
For Poetics at dVerse. Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
22 comments:
this is a wee bit sad mz...
enchanting rhythm for something so short...though i hope you bells do bloom again...smiles.
Beautiful! I love it!
Happy St. Patrick's Day, Kelli. :-)
Something so sad here - a kind of knell - I also like the idea of bells and belles - lovely rhythms. k.
This saddens me.
Your poem reminds me of the old folk song, "Where Have All the Flowers Gone," a song that was WAY before your time...
...the two suspended independent lines are purely hitting sadness... it makes me want to know more about the culture & the history behind the celebration... short but very well justified... smiles...
Yes, sad and poignant. But beautiful, with an Irish lilt.
Perhaps they are replaced by the bells of a new land? Feels like the beginning of a song after a few drinks in a bar in Boston.
not even today?
Perhaps not - cool and open poem that lets the reader in so well.
Beautiful :D
I do hope there is a chance they will bloom again~
Beautiful write Mama!!
Awww! You got me feeling sad for your lack of a ding-a-ling, Mama Zen!
oh no...maybe a real tender touch can make 'em bloom again....? smiles
Sweetly sad, and very musical.
I had no idea what this meant until I looked up "Bells of Ireland" in hopes of a hint. And yep, no wonder, I am a plant idiot.
So then for me, this poem became FUNNY!
(not beautiful or sad like others have commented)
You killed your flowers -- you aren't a "true lassie"
You are making fun of yourself.
Very nicely done
[hope I got that right - or did I miss a deeper metaphor?]
I hope you speak of literal flowers. If referential, I feel true sorrow.
It would be nice if the bells bloom yet. Some loving care as much. Nicely MZ!
Hank
A ballad says it all when it comes to losing the blooms..this one has a haunting melody under the words.
Now to me, this rings a tone of peaceful resignation. I see "Ire Land" as a place you used to dwell, allowing your anger to control you. So if your anger does not bloom anymore, then even though you might lose a lot of your fiery, passionate spirit, you also get rid of that negative energy that sparks ire. So although there is a sadness here, I also see peace and a more gentle spirit having been acquired, even if it means giving up your feistiness in the process.
So much said in so few words... powerful poem, MZ! How's everything going?
Sweetness and sadness all in one.
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