My poem “The Healing Asphodel” up at Free Verse Revolution

pain
thunderstorms
swing the windows of the Hôpital de la Charité
the trees drop on the roof their liquid green
fomented…

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63 thoughts on “My poem “The Healing Asphodel” up at Free Verse Revolution

  1. Congratulations, Gabriela. I am intrigued by this poem. It seems to hint at physical (possibly sexual pain given the reference to a stain/mark on the white dress), but also at mental anguish. Kevin

     
    1. Thank you so much, Kevin. Oh, I intrigued you..
      The poem has a story: Modigliani’s death in the hospital, his elongated nudes, no real glory as long as he was alive. But of course it has some personal connotations too.
      Thank you again for reading and commenting, Kevin.
      Have a beautiful rest of the day.

       
    1. Thank you so much, Ash. I am thrilled you enjoyed the poem. I wish you a splendid day filled with sun and joy.
      I keep thinking at her. She is so beautiful.

       
      1. Thank you for calling me your friend. Can I call you my friend too?
        Be happy, Ash.

         
    1. Thank you so much, sweetheart. I just read one of your poems and left a comment. You enchanted me too.

       
  2. Gabriela, i was mesmerised yesterday, and here I am, mesmerised again today. The words and images in this poem are so beautiful but so haunting. I want to absorb the layers of this poem like the thunderstorm.

    “the hand that takes
    bites from the one that gives
    a drop of vitriol stains my white dress
    I hurt”

    These words are heart wrenching. And incredible. And asphodel – a lily symbolising so much. The elongated nudes…

    You have my heart in your hands G.
    Wow.

    🌺🌺🌺😘

     
    1. Rachel, I cannot thank you enough for your beautiful comment. You always warm and heart and make things around me more beautiful.

      What can I say? I like Modigliani and his elongated nudes. His tragic life always brings me to tears. As most tragic lives do.

      Yet, no tears tonight. Only joy because you sent me such beautiful words. I like asphodels. Sending you plenty of them.
      I still have the snowdrop you sent me.
      Have a fabulous day sweetheart and thank you again for everything.
      xoxo

       
      1. Oh G. I am glad you like my comments. Your poetry always moves me so much, I try to put my response into words, even if it feels flawed. I do not know of the story of Modigliani so I am going to read about that.
        I’m glad you like the snowdrops, the spring flowers truly are so beautiful at the moment. G, I hope my comments never feel ‘too much’. I am having a ‘doubting’ moment.

        Love, R 🌺🌷🌸🌼

         
      2. My Dearest Rachel,
        I am so sorry for my late reply. I am snowed with work. In a way I am glad I did not reply immediately because I need some warmth this evening. You gave me plenty. I am so grateful to you, Rachel.
        ” I hope my comments never feel ‘too much’”. Never. Your comments are sunshine for me. They mean more than you can imagine, sweetheart.
        Oh, I love the snowdrop. Thank you again. But where is my chocolate? 🙂 See, Rachel, I am “too much.” You are not.
        Seriously, when you have time can you take a picture of the spring flowers and send it to me? I would like to see them.
        I hope everything is well on your side.
        Sending you plenty of love and hugs
        xoxo

         
      3. If your intention was to being a smile to my face on a thurs night, you were successful. Thank you for saying that, I am relieved, I am happy, and I am glad you’ve asked for chocolates too because how DARE I forget them! I would love to send you a photo of spring flowers. I actually already have a lot as for some reason I love taking photos of flowers and took a whole lot recently. Sometimes I paint them, I don’t know why, the paintings sit in my wardrobe but I love doing it.

        Sorry you are snowed with work. I hope you are sleeping better. Love to you G, some chocolates for eating while you do your work and some flowers to glance at in a moment of contemplation xxoo

         
      4. I am so glad I put a smile on your face. I got the chocolates. Thank you so much. I got up 30 minutes ago and I eat them all.
        “I actually already have a lot as for some reason I love taking photos of flowers and took a whole lot recently. Sometimes I paint them, I don’t know why, the paintings sit in my wardrobe but I love doing it.” Rachel, sweetheart, you are full of surprises. You take pictures and you paint. WOW. The paintings sit in your wardrobe. I can’t believe you are doing that. Please send some to me. I would love to see them. I don’t understand why somebody like you keeps her paintings in the wardrobe. Why don’t you put some of them on your blog? I am sure they are beautiful.
        Rachel, please don’t hide. Share your beautiful soul with the world.
        I am excited. I can’t wait to see them. Please…..

        Have the most magnificent day ever.
        Love and hugs
        G.

         
      5. Gabriela, honestly you are such a sweetheart, and your belief in me makes me feel amazing. You have no idea. Truthfully, my paintings are amateur, I’m not downplaying it. It’s true that I spend a lot of my time in shadows, I find it hard to have other people see things I create. I get much more anxious than I should about a lot of things.

        Thank you, for always being such a wonderful friend to me xoxox

         
      6. My Dearest Rachel,
        I do believe in you. You are so talented and you have such a beautiful soul.
        “Truthfully, my paintings are amateur. I’m not downplaying” So was my poetry two years ago when I started writing. I’m not downplaying it either. I think it’s a bit better now.
        Only if your will continue to paint. Then we will see in one year or so.
        “I spend a lot of my time in shadows.” Did little Rachel spend a lot of time in the shadows too?
        “I get much more anxious than I should about a lot of things.” I do that too. Yet I have to work to push others in the light. And they take me with them. Does it sound familiar? Do you see the connection between you and me, my beautiful Rachel?
        And then there are the photograph. How splendid they are. A walk in the park. Thank you so much for sending that walk to me.It helped a lot last night when I looked at the photographs.
        “A walk in the park” Well, where is the poem, my talented Rachel? I am waiting…
        Thank you too for your friendship sweetheart. It means a lot to me.
        xoxoxo

         
      7. Gabriela, I once said I did not have the words to adequately describe how your poetry makes me feel. Now i am stuck for words once again. It’s that something that is a little too visceral for my mind to process and convert to words.
        “Yet I have to work to push others in the light. And they take me with them. Does it sound familiar?” – yes, it does, if it wasn’t for that, I might just decide to stay in the dark. “Do you see the connection between you and me” -yes, I don’t just see it, I feel it, and you allow me this by shining a light on it. You shine a light on all that is good, and that’s what happens when you have a soul as beautiful as yours.

        Thank you dear G, I am blown away by your kindness. I will think about this poem you have suggested. I can never resist your requests. That walk was not in the park dear friend, it was the shambolic and weedy garden of my house. But I am blessed with a beautiful view, and it’s from that rickety old bench seat that I often sit and write.
        Happy Sunday morning, I hope it’s as bright and as living as your soul xoxo

         
      8. Oh, this is more than I expected. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being you. What can I do to place my fabulous Rachel in the light right where she belongs? Help me here. I am trying.
        “I will think about this poem you have suggested.: Now, you make me really happy. I can’t wait to read it. But please, no pressure. If it comes to you in one day or in one year I will still be here to read it.
        “That walk was not in the park dear friend, it was the shambolic and weedy garden of my house.” That is paradise, Rachel. I am trilled you have such a wonderful view.
        “it’s from that rickety old bench seat that I often sit and write.” Oh, this brings me so close to you. Thank you for telling me this.
        “I am blown away by your kindness.” Sweetheart, I am blown away by your kindness and your talent. I hope you know that by now.
        Happy Monday evening. I had to google current time in… I will never get used to the fact that somehow you are in the future. Or perhaps I am in the past 🙂

        Lots of love and hugs to you sweetheart.

         
      9. Everything you write is always more than I expected, more than I could ever hope. “I will never get used to the fact that somehow you are in the future. Or perhaps I am in the past” But when I read you G, I am right here, in the now, connected by the same sky and the same ocean, just the sun shining on us from different angles. And that’s just one of the gifts you give me. Happy Monday dear friend, may it be a beautiful start to your week xoxox

         
      10. You are right, Rachel. All we have is the now. The past and the future are relative.
        Wishing you a beautiful spring.
        Love and hugs.

         
  3. The way of Healing Asphodel is most marvellous.wonderful using of word”…….swing the window of hopital de la chatiè….”like telling a miserable story.uff.my God!!really you are amazing poet able to describe all thing with wonderfully way,dear G!!

     

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