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| 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
Echo
on moon and Mars. Our earth has
scars from gold
fools mine. A golden touch renders hunger
instead of plenty. Humans work for this.
Ecco!*
My gold earrings embarrass
me. I hold
them precious still, wear them
daily, daily,
innocently. And yet I hear the
scream
Echo
and break. Break
bad.** Fall into pieces, then
journey toward wholeness again, using
our gold
as dust in lacquer to repair, not hide.
Ecco!
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
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast
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.
ReplyDeleteThe price paid for a pair of gold- earrings. That scream is haunting!
ReplyDeleteWe 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.
ReplyDeleteLove the wisdom that flows in this Susan! From the picture to repeating lines.. it is beautiful and truly golden words! I love it!
ReplyDeleteI Love "scars from gold fools mine" SO much truth in this poem ...yes we are all gardeners in training Great poem
ReplyDeleteWhat price a Midas touch if fool's gold is the only result?
ReplyDeleteI rsonate with the falling to pieces and journeying towards wholeness again. Like Sumana, I love the Rising, such a hopeful quality of being human.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteI love the play on echo/ecco, Susan, and your take on the story of the 'golden touch'. I especially enjoyed the lines:
ReplyDelete'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. :)
The greed for gold may not give the rich that touch but they certainly lose their humanity and respect for others.
ReplyDeletebreaking and healing and wearing scars with pride... that too is so human.
ReplyDeleteClearly 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.
ReplyDeletePerhaps we are more precious now,
ReplyDeletehuman 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!
Hank
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.
ReplyDeleteThe 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!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
Luv the fact that against a background of screams, we see the need to repair. This i think is such a well balanced poem.
ReplyDeleteSusan i'm happy you dropped.by to read mine.
Much💞love
I love the refrain of echo/Ecco. Makes the poem more powerful. The gold earrings are used perfectly.
ReplyDeleteChecked 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.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
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