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Submitted to Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ This week’s theme is Reflections, Interpretations and Musings
Sacraments
Purple petals dance
with solemn passion,
swirl in a breeze
filled with promise.
Sacred fireflies
shine in the wild night,
reach into the doleful void
to dazzle.
A dead leaf swirls in
the center of a whirling
torrent, disappears
down the storm drain.
Earth convulses while
blizzards howl,
morphs in an empty afternoon
beneath hoary skies .
Sursum corda.
The word Sacrament comes from the Latin, to make holy. A sacrament is considered to be an outward sign of grace. Sursum corda is Latin for lift up your heart.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Simply beautiful. You’ve found those outward signs of grace and presented them for us so evocatively here. Thanks for reading my “Sacrament” poem. Love the blog!
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There is imagism in the poem. You have depicted the convulsive nature of nature. GooooooooooooooooD,.
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This is gorgeous! I agree with A.B. Thomas. Your words create a painting of beautiful images. I love these lines:
“Earth convulses while
blizzards howl,
morphs in an empty afternoon
beneath hoary skies .”
And the Latin touch cinched it!
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Super cute.
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Hi,
Beautiful poetry.
Keep writing. And let’s keep in touch.
Shail
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I came to read and I was moved by your poem
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It did lift up my heart.. yes! A lovely poem, this! Thanks for your visit to my page.. I feel honoured..
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I love the feel of this piece. I love fireflies. As a child my brother and I would smush them on us so we’d glow. I know it’s gross but to a kid it was the idea of glowing. Great poem
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enjoyable poem as it is the movement from what is always working behind the scene as this one puts you there…
soulbro*:)
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this is awesome!
beautifully written!
thank you
and thank you for your visit and comment
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You brought the burning bush to the images you described. It was spiritual in the most organic way.
JP
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2010/12/20/fairy-dust-and-elven-song/
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An outward sign of grace…I did not know this rich and amazing meaning of the word sacrament…thank you for sharing this poem and the essence of sacrament…I love it.
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this is a visual delight. the images you project entwined with such feeling. it is truly touching and a delight to read. nice potluck entry!
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Lift up your heart, indeed! Beautiful words and emotions..well done!
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A lot to like here: the wonderful musicality, the way tiny moments of grace within nature are unveiled, the sense that in each season the small is absorbed into the larger.
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Magically captivating. I loved this!
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Love the pictures to create here, in so few words. Well done.
http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2010/12/20/one-second/
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What a poem! Just terrific!
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Beautiful poem..I loved the start very much.
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there is alot of stillness and simplicity in this poem- love it liv and ehem! you seem to be an accomplish zen maestro here! mines here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/23/painted-hallways/
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i am sorry Victoria its been ages since I last visited you. And am happy that I came by today. Such a beautiful piece . The purple petals dance has definitely lifted up my heart!
Thankyou for enriching my knowledge with a bit of Latin..
Sarsum Corda sounds sweet too! 😀
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nice poem…as to take a scenery and watch it become something with movement in words..gifted art(+)
soulbro* 🙂
http://dom-bodhidharmafatherofzen.blogspot.com/
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All these seemingly insignifigant everyday occurrences are sacrements–all outward signs of grace. I see it.
Thanks for showing this, Victoria.
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In addition to your highly descriptive poem, I really like your new masthead.
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Beautifully evocative of the season. Lovely! Thanks for such a fine Potluck contribution.
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Very nice! The definitions add the touch needed for those who don’t know. The words dance across the cold ground like little ice sprites, I do enjoy how this is woven together. Makes me dread the twenty first as well, Solstice and all but it is never permanent. It will get lighter and full of life soon. Thanks so much for sharing with us!
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The seasons pass, and in their perpetual change and motion we find our own restlessness, and our own resolutions. A lovely bit of mood and image, Victoria. Enjoyed it, and the Latin tag.
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The wonders of the world and each season outdoing the other in beauty!!
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I love it. Each stanza perfect is in itself, but considered in light of the title and coda they are sandwiched between, each becomes part of a far more powerful whole.
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love the colors in your piece..
beautiful of everything, perfect potluck entry.
🙂
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love the imagery this brings, thanks for sharing
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“hoary” – I love that word! I enjoyed this…I felt I was being swept along with the leaf…
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You sursum corda.
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The four seasons captured in beautiful imagery. Thank you.
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Very nice. I love the beginning:
“Purple petals dance
with solemn passion,
swirl in a breeze
filled with promise.”
The poem put me right there, wishing for that breeze.
~ C
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your words paint such a beautiful portrait…lovely
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This is a very nice poem, very descriptive. Easy to picture with the minds eye.
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I love the distinct image you create in each stanza. Very powerful last stanza. I do appreciate the translation of the last line! 🙂 Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/12/19/stillness/
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As I read it was like I was being transported into a Goyen painting; fantastic imagery
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We should all lift up our hearts, not just during the season of holidays, but all the year round.
If I can dream of a brighter sun, why can’t my dream come true?
Credit to whoever wrote that for the King.
http://timkken40.wordpress.com
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