20 June 2018

A Golden Touch

Kintsugi, From Japanese cc photo by Haragayato

Oh, humans play, we do, and one percent
have found their way to gold, as in “ever-
y-thing we touch turns to . . . .”  A scream


on moon and Mars.  Our earth has scars from gold
fools mine.  A golden touch renders hunger
instead of plenty.  Humans work for this.


My gold earrings embarrass me.  I hold
them precious still, wear them daily, daily,
innocently.  And yet I hear the scream


and break.   Break bad.** Fall into pieces, then
journey toward wholeness again, using our gold
as dust in lacquer to repair, not hide.


Perhaps we are more precious now, human
with scars showing, gardeners in training,
not knowing precisely when we’ll arrive.

* [latin] Here it is!
**to go wrong, or to defy authority

The bowl above shows the Japanese art of repairing with gold dust in lacquer. And I couldn't resist posting this, the other side of the equation:

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© 2018 Susan L. Chast


Sumana Roy said...

I'd like to be broken a thousand times only to have that golden touch...This is such a precious poem of Rising. It's only the humans that fall and rise again. Wonderful, wonderful.

Vivian Zems said...

The price paid for a pair of gold- earrings. That scream is haunting!

Myrna R. said...

We humans too often do not know how to appreciate what has true value. Luckily, we can change as individuals - as a race, I can only hope.

Carrie Van Horn said...

Love the wisdom that flows in this Susan! From the picture to repeating lines.. it is beautiful and truly golden words! I love it!

Marja said...

I Love "scars from gold fools mine" SO much truth in this poem ...yes we are all gardeners in training Great poem

Jinksy said...

What price a Midas touch if fool's gold is the only result?

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I rsonate with the falling to pieces and journeying towards wholeness again. Like Sumana, I love the Rising, such a hopeful quality of being human.

rallentanda said...

The folly of humans. Our most precious commodity is clean pristine water and air not gold or jewels.It is however human to have gold earrings because we are creatures who are drawn to decorative baubles.

Kim M. Russell said...

I love the play on echo/ecco, Susan, and your take on the story of the 'golden touch'. I especially enjoyed the lines:
'On moon and Mars, our earth has scars from gold
fools mine. A golden touch renders hunger
instead of plenty. Humans work for this.'
I'm a silver girl, myself. :)

Old Egg said...

The greed for gold may not give the rich that touch but they certainly lose their humanity and respect for others.

Thotpurge said...

breaking and healing and wearing scars with pride... that too is so human.

Old Egg said...

Clearly the greatest quality is love, given freely, making others feel happy or safe or even joyful with children who are more precious than gold. In loving we help others, thank the trees and the seas and the rain and all of gods creatures that make this such a beautiful place to live.

kaykuala said...

Perhaps we are more precious now,
human with scars showing,

We have turned ourselves to humans again and are considered a better persons even though we have traveled through hard times! Everyone are scarred!


Magical Mystical Teacher said...

As one of the gardeners in training, I'd like to think that I have planted something of value during my time on Earth, something that will bloom long after I have turned to dust.

Mary said...

The scream becomes louder and louder. We cannot avoid hearing it, and perhaps we are even the ones doing the screaming. I think the gold earrings are symbolic of all that we have compared to those who have not. We all need to be able to find a way to share and move toward that wholeness, to make our garden rich again!

I am trying to figure out why you have two "echos" and two "eccos." Knowing you, there is a reason. I will come back to read the explanation.

Gillena Cox said...

Luv the fact that against a background of screams, we see the need to repair. This i think is such a well balanced poem.
Susan i'm happy you dropped.by to read mine.


purplepeninportland.com said...

I love the refrain of echo/Ecco. Makes the poem more powerful. The gold earrings are used perfectly.

Mary said...

Checked back. I probably won't check again. You don't have to publish this comment. If there is an explanation for my question, you can email me. I still am interested.

C. Sandlin said...

The mix of images in this, as well as the pleas, screams, and echoes makes me feel like I'm listening to something that's washed up on the shore, a kind of repeating image of mistakes and lessons. Really enjoyed this.