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The night wind picks up
just a little, and the leaves
like the Creation of Adam
reach out their fingers
the stars, too, pointing
the darkened field
the failing thyme pot
thick scents of marigold
and me, holding a cat
humming on the porch
all of us extending
No Adam, no God
just this moment
we have created
| The failing thyme pot and thick scents of marigold were perfectly timed here, Saartha. Just as the poem is about to float off into space, these aromatic lines carry us softly back to Earth. |
And then the subject changes again, and we get a brief glimpse of the observer, sitting quietly on the porch with her cat.
I have the feeling of a camera zooming in on these scenes; the observed, from large to smaller, the observer, and then the bubble of thought that keeps all of these things anchored to eachother.
What would you think about a full stop after 'this moment?'
'We have created wholecloth together' is powerful enough to stand alone.
A lovely poem.
|| Posted on 2019-02-04 00:00:00 | by Soul-Hugger | [ Reply to This ] || An appreciation of the senses is truly a blessing. This is a nice shift between that which might seem ineffable which transcends seemingly backwards through a thoughtful and finer appreciation of what we can truly feel and better appreciate, this sensory scope of creation.|
This kind of reminds me of something I wrote once, thanks.
|| Posted on 2018-10-04 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] || https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbaNS3bxtUU|
had minute 22 playing as i read this. what a state of relaxation.
|| Posted on 2018-09-11 00:00:00 | by MyPeriodical | [ Reply to This ] |