(February 5,1951 / Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America)

The Names Of Things

to Ray Bradbury, looking back, or forward

the names of things we held in our heart
when alphabets foundered and worlds came apart
and the clouds drifted over mindless borders

and were crucified.
the names of things, the orange and the lemon
the midnight zither and the bluebird plans

the tissue paper birthdays at a secret command
all disappeared, their ribbons curling.
all but the names we taught our children to revere and

year past year,
never to split the silver from the rains,
to refrain from negating the Soul.

and ever to stow the heirloom
jewelry of the stars intact.
and always to be looking back

at the green world when all its
colours were singing
and we were the Story and the story told

and we were the Tree,
and the leaves of gold.

mary angela douglas 3 february 2017

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Comments (26)

Good rendition of words in an insightful piece, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Mary and do remain enriched.
lovely written- t the green world when all its colours were singing and we were the Story and the story told 10+++
Looking back or forward we are forever reminiscing. Particularly when we get older. Remembering the simplicities of life that are now overlooked. Beautiful worlds to remind us of our youth. Thank you
Loved this piece on my first reading when I discovered your work, and delighted to find it again today as the poem of the day.
Your past year! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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