Thanks for reading these. Michaelmas Daisies made me think of you, particularly. You’re right about the mirror, I know it. Some mornings it’s just harder to believe; I know many of us go through that, too. I will be okay. xo P
Your hugs arrived, warm and much appreciated. The middle poem in this set helped deal with a fearsomely bad day or two. The laundry image was too good to pass up, and my thanks go to @AC Benus for his encouraging me to flesh the idea out. Autumn weather brings its own challenges, but it is welcome, nonetheless. Thanks very much for reading these, and for your very kind comments.
I think you’re right about the power of sunlight for change. Hope and love are powerful lights indeed. Coffee, too, is an elixir, though I have had to wean myself from sugar. I’m happy Dirty Laundry provoked your thoughts. Thank you so very much for reading this, and for your kind responses.
A cranky dryer was inspiration for this one. It takes only a few tussles with the laundry line to propel the mind to poetry. Too many worries and too little sleep is never a good combination. The mirror cannot look it’s best under those circumstances. But the northwest wind blowing down from Canada pushed away the clouds and heat, and with it, the oppression I’ve been feeling. Thank you for your kind thoughts, and for reading these.
We carry with us our own internal symphonies, I think. It’s good that we still count the measures of our rest. I’m glad you liked the ideas that come to mind in Inspiration. That poem appeared unexpectedly, from left field, as it were. Thanks so much for your comments and thoughts.
Dirty Laundry
I feel as if I carry life
balanced precariously,
like unruly armloads of laundry
too long neglected and too much to bear
through long corridors and
descending steep steel staircases;
far too frequently,
a stray sock or battered buttondown,
a torn tee-shirt, or, god forbid, underwear,
fall as frayed fragments of my existence,
marking the downward journey of my days
to my neighbors.
Reading this chapter is better than watching it live would have been. Adam made a tough decision. And the beginning of this chapter is an amazing example of suggestive ambiguity...
Today I read the chapter Into the Storm from @Mikiesboy's awesome book The Searcher. This chapter reminded me of this piece of music - both get to my heart.
This chapter is unbearably sad. Keter is incredibly brave. He submits even to a death he neither wants nor understands for the love of his man. Stravor is changed by this task - his love for Keter appears to consume him, even as his god has consumed the world. I do not know what more you have planned for us in this tale, but I wish for hope. Like Stravor, I miss Keter already.
I’ll echo the others: watch out, Chipper. On the other hand, the two models are incredibly hot. I thought Coachella had dry heat, but this was pretty steamy.
Thank you, tim. I’m so glad Inspiration connected with you. That one came all unexpected, in a flash that literally had to be written on a napkin. And Live Poets is awesome.
It’s a marvelous form, capable of dramatic arc, yet succinct. Its length allows the voice (if one is reading aloud, or the inner ear if one is not) to develop cadence and dynamics, like a motet. You’re very kind in your comments, as you recognize my rhythms and devices perfectly.
On Inspiration
Some poems
come straight out of left field,
others have pedigree and bloodlines
stretching generations back to the Mayflower;
but each one surprises in its way,
delighting eye and ear
with its song.
On Age
I cringe at
my interior noise;
the cacophony of my existence -
ringing ears, wheezing lungs, bones clacking in their joints -
but I would not trade this Gamelan
of age's i
I love the way you contrast the natural world with our own technological one. The land covered in stone and texting gloves are perfect symbols of this. You make me appreciate the sounds I’m hearing overhead all the more.
Hmmm. Joan is a pack leader. Is she going to try and claim Jed, too? And what will become of Daniel, now that he has submitted? I wonder deeply if there is something very, very odd going on here. The contrast of utter trust between Wolfgang and Jed versus the control Joan needs over Daniel is a big clue.