Statice

I follow the copper shadows 
Of a moody night.
The night..yawns..wakeful
A blind stirring
Sleep flickers through dreams
Like the dip of a comet tail
When constellations define the ebon
Stars cavort a discotheque in the night screen..
A viburnum of words spill
Like gold roses in a statice bouquet
Time promises...an old promise
Time becomes a commandment of a forgotten future
When sorrow besieges..ruthless in its mystery
Fatal sometimes in its saga.
With viburnum of words, 
I ask sorrow to liberate me
Sorrow looks at me with affection 
And tells me, 'I love to devastate you'
My innocence begs to be liberated
From the shackles of boundaries..
My benchmark yells ' I never break'



78 thoughts on “Statice

  1. My dearest Y, this is breathtaking! I follow you in the night and inside the fatal time . The asking hurts, terrifies, purifies “I ask sorrow to liberate me/Sorrow looks at me with affection /And tells me, ‘I love to devastate you'” the entire poem is a big WOW!

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  2. I get high on your words, β€” without smoke or powder.
    Your poetry has no equal; your feeling goes beyond depth.
    You are a book of endless breath with a story forever blowing me aloft.
    Why should I even land?

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    1. You have a poetic mind, Mr.Nothing says it so well. Thank you for this awesome poetic thought that came out from your creative thinking .
      Well, well, you made my week !!!

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      1. When one receives such a gift and has the capacity to respond – even over clackings on plastic and seen phosphorically on a bland formerly blank screen – one must so as to thank the universe – and the author of such art. I wish only I had more time to read more of you more often and forget not the same with not just a small number of others who play in this garden whom you have – in your orbit or their own which unsurprisingly I find so near yours – that I could stay sated and encouraged. Why, I might even have time to try editing my scritch/slappings of fingertips’ pads upon the clacking clickety keys (almost wrote (Ceys) and thus say more shorter – to steal an apology from SL Clemens.

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      2. You are rose gold in my bouquet , I revere our friendship and I feel immensely honored to be read by the likes of you and you are one of a kind , my own Basho.

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  3. Your words amaze me Yassy, to inquire how you do it would be another mysterious poem within itself. Sorrow looking at you with affection was genius, the play on that was brilliant…I love you mind my friend just as I love your work. ❀️🌹

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      1. Mysterious joker , now may I know what the mystery is all about. Jokersherlock, locked in his own card mystery. Btw, I never did know how to play cards, that is dumb, so people say geeeez!

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      2. Hahaha!! Yassy is more magical than mysterious and that’s a mystery lovely because magic is the real trick.πŸ˜‰. Playing cards is as easy as counting to ten, I’m sure with a quick lesson you could be a wizard….so I say. πŸƒ

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      3. Jack and Jill is no JokeπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚, they were good friends! Hahahahaha! Even when you’re off track, you’re on it. Your train always gets to its destination. 😁

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    1. Oy! My reply was in a mighty hurry to reply to you. Just squeezed past my finger. Sorry about that. Thanks for the nice things you say and still I feel I don’t deserve.

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      1. Not a problem, I love your replies just as I love your poetry. Yes my dear, you do deserve my accolades and comments, your humbleness is admirable. You are such a good person.❀️

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      2. lol. I am on my knees begging you not to praise me, fur all you know , it may go to mr head and I don’t want to lose my curls , not that there are any brains to be lost. Tee heee

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      3. Hahaha, there are plenty of brains beyond those curls but I’m sure they won’t get lost. Like I said, the grounded ones are usually the founded ones, not lost.πŸ˜‰

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      4. Brains have curls , I mean , they are curled , oh ! Just a thought. We are grounded and minced and found ourselves once upon a time on WP. Thank you πŸ‘πŸ˜Š

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  4. These lines: “A viburnum of words spill
    Like gold roses in a statice bouquet”

    It’s as if I was watching a surrealism film written and directed by you.
    And by gosh, this whole poem itself is directed and filmed by you.

    Heart, & soul in your creative process, Yassy. I miss you yassy. I’m back! πŸ™‚

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  5. Hi Yassy, I hope and trust you’re doing great. My return to your corner of the internet since my absence is awesome, I must confess. I’ve missed a lot and am catching up on your amazing poetry works now.
    This you entitled “Statice” is one of a kind among recent contemporary poetry works, as it comprises of many elements that are significant forces related to nature (the night, stars, & time). You are awesome in putting the night, stars, time, sorrow, and jazzy flowering plants together to compel your notion in this amazing poetry work.
    We can discuss those elements for ever, but you sprinkled them in bits to spice-up this poetry work, and you did that amazingly Yassy. More grease to your elbow, more ink to your pen, and I wish you more wisdom and inspiration for more remarkable poetry works. Stay blessed and keep up the good work.

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    1. Thank you for these words of inspiration and encouragement. A very generous heart you have.
      I think I love poetry more than anything and I appreciate you reading my work , your time is precious and I thank you for that.
      Nature is a constant source of inspiration.
      You stay blessed too. Stay safe.

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      1. β€œNature is a constant source of inspiration” that’s spot on. The earth and its fullness are products of Nature. Nature sustains us and aided our being in its perfect imperfections.

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    1. You are sweet and kind and maybe that is one of the reasons I like to write here. Thank you for being so awesome , Daisy.
      Have a safe weekend.

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