{original artwork, words by Rumi from the poem “Work in the Invisible.” }
There is no Way around it –
Light does not come by any other Means
but burning.
Strike your Match –
Friction your Sticks together –
Ready your clouds for lightning.
Thrum your far Current,
and do not neglect
to prepare the
ebon-clasped Chests
for the soft, clean Promise
of Ash.
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Copyright © 2012 Shawnacy Kiker
soulsigh………..
light does not come by any other means but burning…
so scorchingly true.
WOW!!!!!!!!! I so love this! Powerful as fire. I LOVE your art work with the Rumi quote….spectacular.
Love the “soft, clean Promise of Ash.” Stunning.
And to be alive means we must burn, despite pain, in aid of light, until we’re ash.
There are many things right with this piece, but my favorite is how you evoke a serene state of burning. Who was it that said “when my candle’s lit at both ends, it won’t make it through the night, but ah my dears it gives off such a fantastic light!” Or something to that effect. The same sentiment is present here. Your last lines:
prepare the
ebon-clasped Chests
for the soft, clean Promise
of Ash.
absolutely slay me! Well done, lady and viva la
Isadora, it was Edna St. Vincent Millay: “But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.” She called herself Vincent, which irritated male authorities, but she liked men, a lot. Mr. Thomas Hardy believed that there were two things in America worth consideration — skyscrapers and the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay. Shawnacy’s poetry, to me, is more attractive, because it is comparatively more simple, clean and deep.