How Lyn Writes Poetry: “Reverie”

delicate dance
water drops on pastel petals
pink, yellow
shafts of light tell a story
behind the filter of unearthly sheer
breeze comes through the open window
drops roll off the petal edges
dark green leaves
frame blossoms
fist-sized, hardly opened
buds
like coins
closed and hidden from the light
buried tight among the leaves
dark green shades the color of the buds
pink and yellow echoes to remember
past glories of the morning
past spears of the dawn
past noons with their earthy heat
The past comes for us all.
When it seems like there is nothing to remember,
take a pink or yellow flower.
Tease it from its stem.
Let it speak to you of yesterdays.
Let it bring you home to shafts of light
and connect you with a star
shining blue light from the yellow heart of promise.

Commentary

According to dictionary.com, a reverie is “a state of dreamy meditation or fanciful musing.” I chose this word for the title of this poem after the body had been written, only half certain that it was the right word that I wanted to use. (“Perhaps I’m thinking of ‘reverent’ instead?”) But now that I have looked it up, I am sure that it is the perfect title for this poem.

The poem has two halves, and the breaking point between the halves is “past noons with their earthy heat / The past comes for us all.” That is the point at which I decided to transition from breathy, fluttering imagery designed to convey visuals without judgment, to sonorous prose with a theme and with moral content. I’m surprised I was able to talk in images for as long as I did. The second type of poetry is a lot easier for me to write. It’s more solid, and at the same time more abstract. It’s more like how I think. I think in symbols, not images.

I don’t have anything I feel the need to point out about individual lines here. I think I did a good job of avoiding using “ten-dollar words” while at the same time building something beautiful. I wanted this poem to feel very feminine; I guess I’m on a roll with that given the content of “Mother-of-Pearl“. I don’t even like the color pink very much, but it’s an easy way to conjur up girlishness in the reader’s mind. At least nowadays – bit of color trivia, I read that before the 1940s pink was not associated with women because it’s a form of red and red was considered too powerful of a color to belong to us ladies. I can’t remember exactly why the association changed, something to do with Nazi Germany? I read about that more than a decade ago but as far as I know it’s still not common knowledge. We like to think that the more things change, the more they stay the same… but a lot of what gets taken for granted is a fairly recent production of culture. Word.