Love Poems Among Roses - For Mariko, Kathabela and Rick

Poets at St. Valentine's Day - Evening of Poetry and Roses

On St. Valentine's Day, February 14, 2017, poets gathered to read love poems and celebrate the love of  Kathabela and Rick, alovely poetic couple.  The reading was held at the "Rose of Roses" Exhibition at the Back Door Bakery and Cafe in Sunland, CA (8349 Foothill Blvd, Sunland-Tujunga, CA 91040, near the corner of Oro Vista). We brought together a number of poets who graciously shared their work to be posted on this blog.  

After everyone settled in with a glass of wine, or fresh orange juice or a cup of organic black tea, the poets presented their work, surrounded by rose photographs and mutual affection. It was a celebration of love of nature, love of friends, and ... love of good food, as it turned out later in Lois P Jones humorous improvisation... 

Their poems were woven into a narrative with my love poems that provided a rose-colored thread through the evening. I posted some of these poems on the previous issue of the blog, including the title poem of the exhibition, the Rose Garland. Here are some more poems, starting from the beginning. 

1. 

It all started with love –

a sudden burst of feeling

blinding me to everything

but you

dolcissimo, con amore

It all started in hope –

a shy expectation

that one day you’d come

and we’d dance

misterioso, con gioia

It all grew in faith –

your faithful presence

making love, our love

possible

pianissimo, con felicità

Maja Trochimczyk from Rose Always (2011, this book was withdrawn in 2018).

The musical expressive terms in my poems (the Italian words in italics) are a great connection to the musician-poet-ballerina-teacher Alice Pero, who is not in many photos since she had to leave early due to her teaching duties.  Her poem, "In My Perfect Landscape," was set to music for soprano, flute, violin & piano by Los Angeles composer, Carol Worthey. Windsong Players Chamber Ensemble will premiere the
work on February 26, 2017 at Eagle Rock Covenant Church at 4 pm.  

In My Perfect Landscape

I took you in my acres green
through long summer's yawn
and found you in the leaves unfurling
waiting in the dawn I'm making
Can I see you in that perfect tree
caressed with interlacing green?
A spot of you in sparrow's throat
in radiance of sun gleam
blending me with over here
in my loving eye

(c) Alice Pero. First published in Thawed Stars.

Another Sunland poet, Pamela Shea, was inspired by the spring, and new love. She actually wrote the poem on St. Valentine's Day morning. So it was the freshest poem heard... 

Rosebuds and Lovers

The bud of a rose

Layer on layer of petals

Held tightly, perfectly

Unfolding when the time has come

Bursts open and a flower is born

Releasing sweet perfume

The heart of a lover

Layer on layer of emotions

Trembling, hidden, waiting

When touched by the beloved

Bursts open and a poem is born

Sweet music fills the air

02/14/2017 ~ Pamela Shea

It is unusual to find love haiku. Deborah P. Kolodji, a haiku master, wrote several love haiku in honor of Mariko and Roger, and two of them are reproduced below. They were read at the couple's wedding earlier this month (alas they divorced soon after, so it is a bittersweet memory).

Deborah P Kolodji reading love haiku

scent of rose petals
when your eyes
meet


sunset
over the water
first night

(c) 2017 by Deborah P Kolodji

Rick Wilson, Mariko Kitakubo and Kathabela Wilson

The lovely bride herself, appeared at the reading in one of her hand-made wedding gowns, this one with rose petals all over the veil and the tulle of the skirt.  Mariko Kitakubo read her wedding tanka sequence with Kathabela Wilson, accompanied by Rick Wilson on the flute, since Roger was sick and could not come in person. He was with us in spirit. The wedding love sequence has already been submitted for publication in a journal, so it cannot be reproduced here. However, Mariko graciously sent in another love poem, another tanka love sequence of great sensitivity and beauty. 

Out of Portland

is there
a rainbow
on the bubble
of my Autumn life?
Silver Waterfall

I have
someone who enjoy
my home cooking,
I miss this natural pleaser
for those fifteen years

Dragonfly Cafe
a wing on your latte
I sprinkle a heart
of cinnamon powder
on my cappuccino

I made
your favorite Inari-sushi,
even though
you 3rd generations
can't speak Japanese

heavy headache
pulse on my temple
from downstairs
the sounds of you
making me soup

(c) 2017 by Mariko Kitakubo

Mariko and Maja at the Rose of Roses Exhibition

Mariko scattered some rose petals on me for this double portrait under a soft pink rose. We also shared the "food of love" theme, as I read the following poem.

Not Aspartame

You are my daily dose of sugar
Refined
From tall sugar cane 
That gently bends
In life’s winds 
Reaching for the sun
Drinking in the soft 
Rain of my love

Startled by the whir  
Of the hummingbird’s wings
While it dips its beak 
In the scarlet cup of a hibiscus
I sweeten my day with 
The thought of you 

I remember 
                        The golden glow
                                     Of morning light 
                                                        On your skin 
             The bright halo 
                             Surrounding you 
                                                      On my lawn  
              In the rainbow 
                                Of sprinkler mist
                                              I saw the chosen one
                                                                       My beloved

It took generations 
To make you - what you are
You alone know who you will be 

When I see you 
in my driveway, again -

(c) 2014 by Maja Trochimczyk, published in Vol. 62 of San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly.

I had a funny cake above my head as I was reading this, displayed on the screen with shots of cakes, cookies, breads, and yummy dishes served by the Back Door Cafe... Lois, too, was reading under an assortments of culinary delights, so she started her set with an improvisation, rhapsodizing the love of the spaghetti and custard... Everyone laughed heartily, nourished with good humor and joy.

Ending in Red

We wind our way past yucca

and other signposts of loneliness. 

On the path, abandoned benches

peek through dappled leaves.  I hear birds

without names sing to no one.  Green hurts

this close.  I can feel where you are

and where you’re not.  Late blossoms,

means late fruit.  When we reach the apples, most

have fallen but we press their memory

between us. We will not bring home buckets this time,

just a wind that exhales cider

sweet, delicious.  The sun ripens

into an Etter's Gold.  We hurry deeper

down the path.  With oaks this barren,

exposed, it's not easy to keep quiet.  I read

your thoughts--rust, orange,

flaming and lush, the wild berries

you want to stain on my tongue.

You will never know how I wanted

to say you, down the long road,

before daylight disappeared. 

(C) Lois P. Jones

Romantique, a climbing rose 

I wrote the next poem this winter, just after the Winter Solstice, as a gift that was well received... in its passing beauty. Still it may shine with true love, one day.

Winter Solstice

Remember, I’m not your girlfriend 
I am your interstellar wife
You are my interstellar husband

We meet in clouds above clouds, 
above violet sunrise.
Hand in hand, we float into infinity.

We hold paired spheres 
of brightly polished copper 
and glowing amber, smooth as honey –
for harmony and balance, 
in body and soul.

We become stronger, 
more aware each day.

Affection explodes 
into twin flames 
dancing through galaxies, 
tightly intertwined,
round and round, beyond. 

Ascending into the crystalline whiteness
above star orchards, we pass through
swirling, fragrant blizzards 
of dogwood petals and cherry blossoms.

Crowned with timeless jewels
we are the most serene 
prince and princess
of interstellar flight.

(c) 2017 by Maja Trochimczyk

Mariko and Kathabela among the stars...

Love as "interstellar flight" among galaxies in my poem.... but it was Kathabela and Mariko that found the stars in the Back Door Bakery and Cafe.  Kathabela's poem, a beautiful wedding gift was also already promised to a journal and cannot appear elsewhere. Instead, Kathabela sent the following, tanka prose, commenting that it is "a very special one I wrote inspired by the amazing rose garden in Nagoya, Japan that we went to last summer." So hers was a bouquet of roses from Japan, for a Japanese-American couple.

Maja, Mariko, and Kathabela with event's poster among the roses.

Carefully Wonder *

We bloomed. He plays a double pipe by the waterfall of roses. He pulled out the stops. Lapis Rose. Cobalt Rose. Jellyfish Rose. Hulusi Rose. Mariko Rose. Maja Rose. Mariko Rose. Rick Rose. 

he plays up and down
with a shakuhachi
he says yes
the tone deepens we flirt
like statues in the rose garden 

(C) 2016 by Kathabela Wilson 

* Carefully Wonder ~ these words were on a marker naming one of one of the beautiful rose varieties we saw in the Rose Garden in Nagoya, Japan in May, 2016. The other names came to me from the many beautiful things we experienced on our trip, and it was as if I could name roses for them! Now I have added some name to the list of roses to be named, I think we should be able to name roses for everything, everyone we know and love. I think this little story (tanka prose) has the spirit of both couples. At the time, Rick and I felt this special moment, and now, Mariko and Roger, also. It was an honor to read Roger's part in Mariko and Roger's wedding sequence at your wonderful Valentine rose exhibit event, Maja. As if all the love, near and far were together in that room and voiced in all of our poems.)

Kathabela and Rick Wilson with Mariko and Debbie

I do not even remember for how long I have been in love with Giovanni di Paolo's illuminations of Dante's Paradiso. The gold circles, the visions of heaven as a river with naked saints jumping around the reeds, the resting place of a white rose with saints and angels asleep on its petals, the glowing gold spheres of the planets, the sun, the Empyrean... what a fantastic flight of imagination. Way better than Gustav Dore's crowded and restless angels of the 19th century... So here's my love poem "after" Il Paradiso, and yet another cosmic flight of ecstasy in love that is always there and will never change. 

A Revelation After Il Paradiso

We live in the third sphere
of lovers, in the Earth’s long shadow
Our love waxes and wanes 
like the Moon, or Venus rising up
before dawn, the star of the morning
We oscillate from darkness to brilliance,
float from fear into sunlight
to rest on a golden afternoon 
in the innocent warmth of affection 
among newly planted roses
Imperial, Electric, Compassion
Double Delight and Simplicity roses 
in our garden where we trim dried, twisted 
branches of old oleanders to make room 
for orange blossoms and more pomegranate
always more pomegranate
never enough pomegranate 

Dark red translucent juice stains our fingers
Tart juice bursts with flavor 
in our mouths, ready for kisses
always ready for more kisses
softest, childlike, strongest, tasting 
like the wine we never tasted, the dream
we never even hoped to dream about
escaping the long shadow 
of the Earth on a golden afternoon 
lovers in the Garden of Love
afternoon in the Third Sphere of Venus
golden, golden, sparkling golden 
afternoon from another planet

Peace Rose

Mira Mataric with the love card, and poets at the Back Door Bakery and Cafe

Love was in the air, and on the oversized card that all the poets signed for Mariko and Roger - "All you need is love" it said on the outside and "I love you" inside- but we changed the "I" into "we" and wrote best wishes for the newly married couple. They came to this place in life unexpectedly, and late, thinking that the "season of love" was already over for both of them.  That's one more reason why our love poetry reading felt so tender and kind - an unexpected gift to all of us, from the universe of roses...

Dr. Mira N. Mataric of Serbia and the U.S. has experienced decades of poetic love-making, as she mentioned that the first poem she read was written in 1955, before most of us were born!  And she was already in love.

Mira N. Mataric

Love Diptych:

First Love

It is not crimson red

but light pink or blue

like Picasso' s paintings

smells like snow and early violets

tastes like insecure hope

making you feel like

singing in the shower.

Last Love

Not passionately red

it is reassuringly warm

like the autumn sun

It smells of verbena

tastes like the soothing

herbal tea

making you feel like

a tired river

finally

reaching the sea.

Mira N. Mataric

Love and War

All is allowed in love and war

I never accepted never practiced

that philosophy

you said

you would not come and conquer

stay and use what is not yours

but you did just that

in the name of love

you shared not what was freely offered

but all available resources

basking in victory and power

you ignored a slow leak

then a steady flow

of love leaving the conquered

the weak and trapped hate the conqueror

hate is weakness love is power

in my heart-land freedom reigns

evacuate peacefully you have lost

there will be no bloodshed

the world has already had

too many.

Dorothy, Pauli, Pam, and Dick read their poems, humorous and tender, in turn. If they send them in, I'll add them to this blog, if not, we will end here, with another love poem of mine... 

After the reading, resting among roses

74.

I found myself 

in a perfect place

I laugh to tears

and I like what I see

After the broken pieces 

of the Devil’s mirror were

washed away from my eyes

There’s no torment here, 

no limits, only the infinite

glory of becoming one 

With the Universe, one with 

the Divine, stumbling on my way

No anxiety, no desire –

I live right here, right now

Thank you for the key

that opened the door to Paradise – 

Serene, fearless, I’m wholly 

and whole made of love

Fireman Rose

The Rose of Roses Exhibition is in view at the Back Door Bakery and Cafe, 8349  Foothill Bldv., Sunland, CA https://www.facebook.com/thebackdoorbakery. The exhibition will be on display until the end of March 2017. I'll be there on February 25, and 26 in the evening.