Summary

"Citrine in Amber Rose" is a poetic collaboration that explores the interplay between nature's resilience and human existence.

Abstract

The poem "Citrine in Amber Rose," a collaborative work by Anna Rozwadowska and Christina Ward, delves into the intricate relationship between nature and humanity. It portrays the passage of time through the metaphor of amber, which encapsulates the millennia-old history of the earth. The poem reflects on the cyclical nature of life, the impact of human civilization on the environment, and the sensory experiences that connect us to the natural world. Through vivid imagery and personification, the authors illustrate the Earth's ability to regenerate and the delicate balance that sustains life. The narrative weaves through seasons, landscapes, and the elements, emphasizing the importance of listening to the Earth and acknowledging our place within its vast history.

Opinions

The authors suggest that modern living has created a disconnect with nature, represented by the "deep wounds of aggressive living."
There is an underlying critique of how human structures disturb the "delicate soil," indicating a need for more sustainable practices.
The poem conveys a sense of nostalgia and longing for a time when humanity was more attuned to the "earthen song."
The collaboration emphasizes the divine aspect of nature, urging readers to recognize their innate connection to the earth.
The poem posits that nature's beauty and resilience, symbolized by the citrine color and the amber rose, offer a template for human renewal and continuity.
The authors express a reverence for the natural world, suggesting that its wisdom and patterns of growth provide a blueprint for life.
The poem implies that the act of observing and appreciating nature can lead to a deeper understanding of oneself and the world.

Citrine in Amber Rose

A Poetic Collaboration between Anna Rozwadowska and Christina Ward 🌼

Kate Challinor -Alejandra Santos Amparán

Tempted amber; millennials dug deep into elongated roots of trees, sap melts into decades, formulas for the yellow hues of roses; they encompass imagination; no ends hold beginnings without the sun.

Truth propels us forward; inching further to correct lunar distortions, the moon casts a shadow, blanketing the deep wounds of aggressive living; situated in the tallest structures of mankind that disturb the delicate soil, trembling underneath.

Willows weep, gently sweeping the ground for contact, leaves shatter loneliness when they hover in stale air; seeking refreshment, mint floats in dazzling beverages.

We sip the cocktail of earth, frozen by pretentious civility.

Abscission is only temporary.

Time in gold, nutriment to cells, Revives, imbibes the forward generational pull, rips life from soil with tender succulence. The Earth welcomes renewal — she whispers to you.

Citrine colors the amber rose~secret gardens reveal your desires, innate and tempted by light, remaining in shadows of dementia, lest it disturb an already fragile existence in the deep soils fragmented by overtly digging through bedrock, mollifying peace.

Conjured by the light, it’s essential for human nature, your divinity is inside.

Sky painted in hues of blue, grey salvation for weary eyes dabbles landscapes; spanning to permafrost, all is within reach, flora tantalize your senses, one remembers to embed a smile in codes of habitual practice; simplicity slithering under the surface.

Natural worlds breathe as you hold yours, reflecting, the self ponders tomorrow while grasses speak, “take me in, take me in.”

Natural world breathes, as you hold your breath, waiting for instruction, augmentation of energies, from soil, sun, sky, amplifying the senses.

Have we come here before?

Inhale patchworks of yellow, dotted with greenery, even in cemeteries they grow temptation to join inner worlds, where sky meets earth, where fiddleheads unfurl, canopies of trees in forgotten forests join in their gathering; planning for their survival.

Let the rains come.

There is a sound on the wind — centuries bound, secrets past and present Sap-bourne spirits carry their song, those ancient stories brought forth, megaliths tremble and groan.

There are few of us left who can hear this earthen song. Listen. Listen.

Marvelous landscapes; gentle swaying fields and moors, blue-sewn horizon. Sinuous waters run course, genesis bound for sea.

With spirits such as these, you and I, telluric yet fluid — we are intertwined, rosé drifts into ethereal, quixotic, soft hues; breathe deep.

Banks of fern, rock moss wrapped and enduring, emerges at coppice edge. Arms lift and widen; wingspan gift lifted to the heavens, inside, I am no more — only cells that once were water pouring from the sun.

Thank you for reading Citrine In Amber Rose, a collaborative poem by Anna Rozwadowska & Christina Ward 🌼 2019