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Solstice Child

04 Jan

Steel gates, familiar barriers,

Fountain on the front lawn,

Frozen at Christmas with welcome.

Stubborn memory

Beauty to be seen,

If eyes are open to a rising child.

 

You sit in humble hut sharing pieces of your art

With words, stitching, and molding clay;

From poverty to joy and into creation with surprise.

Each day, each passing season

From lengthy nights to early light,

A child, an amber in your heart

 

Sits there each day and every night,

Accepting the growing creative warmth  

With stage struck awe and sudden applause.

The last day’s door, left unlocked,

Entered a glowing amber and a chauffeur

Carrying a request, to visit the gates at Solstice.

A heart and mind aging

Is still open to the ‘morrow’s guests.

Some not yet arrived, sent their invitation

To visit the sunrise, of the best wall hanging, doll,

Clay cup, bowl, and saucer,

On the lap of New Years Child.

The gate was, as you supposed,

Never closed. Open for a year of original art.

 The driver drove inside, thru melting steel gates

And a gushing fountain in the front yard.

Invitation accepted!

 

Inside,

Tea and light is served in a babies cup,

Sitting on a brightening lace doily,

For you, when you arrive.

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19 responses to “Solstice Child

  1. Torie

    January 4, 2015 at 12:04 pm

    You took me to a place filled with so much imagery and grace. Happy New Year to you, ZQ 🙂

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  2. Loredana Donovan

    January 4, 2015 at 12:50 pm

    How lovely, welcoming the new year as a brand new child coming into the world. Happy New Year, ZQ 🙂

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  3. Truedessa

    January 4, 2015 at 12:53 pm

    Interesting poem as I think of the new year as a time of new growth, but also reading your words made me think of the inner child in each of us that needs to be nurtured. I think the gate is never really closed. It is just waiting to be opened. Happy New Year..

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  4. Mary

    January 4, 2015 at 1:34 pm

    I like that a heart and mind aging is still open to the morrow’s guests. I think a person needs to remain open always. If one closes up, what is life about? Happy New Year, ZQ.

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  5. Sherry Blue Sky

    January 4, 2015 at 2:45 pm

    I love the same lines Mary noted, and this sounds like a splendid solstice gathering. I can see that teensy cup on the doily! How cool. I feel the joy in these lines. Yay!

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  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    January 4, 2015 at 3:18 pm

    I love the image of a child we welcome as the new year.. it’s powerful and can mean so much.. wonderfully done.

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  7. Maniparna Sengupta Majumder

    January 4, 2015 at 5:33 pm

    A heart warming poem…love the analogy of the year and child… 🙂

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  8. Delaina Miller

    January 4, 2015 at 7:35 pm

    Great poem

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  9. Gabriella

    January 4, 2015 at 10:21 pm

    I like how you intertwine the images of the new year and of the child, ZQ.

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  10. totomai

    January 5, 2015 at 6:26 am

    We will always have that childlike spot in our hearts.
    Happy New Year!

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  11. Abin

    January 5, 2015 at 6:43 am

    full of life, warmth and seasonal cheer

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  12. Rall

    January 5, 2015 at 8:40 am

    I ‘ll have a big mug for my tea thanks:) Happy New Year !

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  13. jae rose

    January 5, 2015 at 12:47 pm

    That last verse is divine! In many ways 😉

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  14. Angenette Karen Gregory Olivara Beredjick

    January 5, 2015 at 12:59 pm

    it is deep in eyes,
    well done.

    happy 2015.

    welcome sharing your humor with us too.

    http://purpletreehouse.blogspot.com/

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  15. arathi

    January 5, 2015 at 1:00 pm

    a very happy new year to you ..beautiful lines..which has so much life..thank you for this

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  16. Grace

    January 5, 2015 at 6:03 pm

    This is a lovely invitation, thank you ~ Happy New Year ~

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  17. humbird

    January 6, 2015 at 10:43 am

    Love the simplicity in describing the last day of year with unlocked door….I was thinking that the line ‘On the lap of New Years Child.’ for me would be the last line. ~ One of yours poems’ my favorite!~ Happy New Year! x

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  18. Myrna

    January 6, 2015 at 11:39 am

    What a beautiful way to embrace the New Year. Thank you for these lovely words. I found them to be inspirational. Enjoyed the imagery of the New Year as a welcoming child.

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  19. Poet Laundry

    January 7, 2015 at 12:28 pm

    I especially like the line, “From poverty to joy and into creation with surprise”. Happy New Year, RK!

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