Revival

What can the wind say,
Against the pain…leaves
Rise from the garden, untended.
Wind like the constant guest
Who hears a tone from today,
A note from the battles
We forgot yesterday.

I take in the scent
Of June around the edge
Of the house, my nostrils
Satisfied that one day,
Like one leaf, turns
Toward another, and
Age accumulates its seasons
Beyond the wall and water.

Try it again, I say…
The cultivation of innocence,
Despite the bruised knees
And dirty knowledge
Of failed effort. Try
The sky for another wind.
Perhaps escape from the everyday
Walk back to the house.

Revival

What can the wind say,
Against the pain…leaves…
Rise from the garden, untended.
Wind like the constant guest
Who hears a tone from today.
A note from the battles
We forgot yesterday.

I take in the scent
Of June around the edge
Of the house… my nostrils
Satisfied that one day,
Like one leaf, turns
Toward another, and
Age accumulates its seasons
Beyond the wall and water.

Try it again, I say…
The cultivation of innocence,
Despite the bruised knees
And dirty knowledge
Of failed effort. Try
The sky for another wind.
Perhaps accept the everyday
Walk back to the house.

"Try it again,"...sage advice, I'd say. Nicely written, Peter. Good to see you back.

JoeT

Try
The sky for another wind.
Perhaps escape from the everyday
Walk back to the house.

I feel this is more than revival in that it calls for a kind of transformation or even reincarnation.

Khalida:

I decided the reincarnation would be too strong a title for this, since the speaker may only be resuscitating his old life, rather than starting a new one. He does not quite know which.

love,

Pete

"Try it again, I say…
The cultivation of innocence,
Despite the bruised knees
And dirty knowledge
Of failed effort. Try
The sky for another wind."

...strong verses, they communicate...I liked them much.


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Thanks, Fabio.

Good one, Peter. Rejuvenation, it is what change and the seasons remind us of always.

Les

Peter, really good. I love the consistency, as in the lines Fabio pointed out, and in the poem as a whole. Also especially like >

Against the pain…leaves
Rise from the garden, untended.

I think of this as a "revisiting" of life as one might do to his garden. The revitalization or beautification is a possibility.

This brings to mind a title of a movie. I thought the title gorgeously poetic, but felt the movie wasn't fitting or even worthy of the it. This poem, for me, is indeed worthy of ..."The Constant Gardner" for though there are seasons, perhaps even years, when the garden goes untended, our return is inevitable.

Marty

Very good read, Pete, The expression in the poem is short and precise, informing the reader but not over explaining itself.

(lol, the last four lnes nearly lifted my heart out of my chest, fantastic imagry on those....)


-Oxide

Thought I'd revive this one for Thanksgiving since I experience each 'holiday' as a kind of revival of the spirit...at least I do that when I am alive to the day and to the people I know.

cheers,

Peter

Good revival poem for the holiday, Peter. An enjoyable read at the end of a pleasant day.

Mary

Peter, I loved this one. Best part to me:

take in the scent
Of June around the edge
Of the house… my nostrils
Satisfied that one day,
Like one leaf, turns
Toward another, and
Age accumulates its seasons
Beyond the wall and water.

BRAVO

Sherry,

Sometimes I seem to know more than I know...which is part of the fun of looking at old work.

Thanks for visiting,

Peter