Open Poetry #15 |
Thought or Movement? |
RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Thought or Movement? Which came first? He could not tell. Yet certain that his soul had trembled, He felt himself a mound of earth As though a mole had cast a spell And pushed him up, The trappings of a robe and hood. That this should happen as he knelt Within a garden's narrow row Where all day long the trowel and hoe Had taught his palms of callused pleasure, Followed him, Until within the calm of vespers He chanced to notice at his feet His own, long belt Coiled like a serpent. RMW [This message has been edited by RMW (edited 08-21-2001).] |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thought provoking piece, Bob. Cor |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
You are a gem, Bob. You are just like the "battery bunny." You just keep going, and going, and... And I will keep reading, and keep reading, and... |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
so vivid, and eerie, especially feeling like a mound of dirt and the belt coile like a serpent...eeek, loved it!!! |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bob--A very interesting poem. You have left me wondering about spending too much time in the garden. |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Thanks, all. Wish I could share your sentiments. Oh well. Bob |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
The imagery of this is spectacular...you have such a way of portraying a vividness about your poems in deft, clear strokes... this is a keeper, sir! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Bob... the sentiments shared with you reflect the way with which you are viewed here, and how your talent speaks to each of us. If they are not your sentiments... then I would ask in a semi sort of Christian parable way... let he who is without sin cast the first stone... and is that stone still in your hand or mind? Are you gripping it tightly...wanting and waiting to throw it... let he who is without sin cast the first stone... the rest of us... well we will just appreciate the talent and insight you grace us with... perhaps you too should lay down that stone. |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Thank you all, as always. Ron (smiling) we go back a ways. More important than the slight confusion on my part as to your comment, I value the quiet concern with which you expressed it. Thank you. The poem? Well, those who have been to Portland know of a place of amazing beauty and tranquility called "The Grotto" (The Sancutary of Our Sorrowful Mother). For the most part it is open to the public. The private areas are reserved for the religious order who live there. The Grotto is a stone's throw (smiling) (assuming you have the arm of a major league center fielder) from some of the more, how shall I say this, unfortunate, in my opinion, book stores in the city. It's not the best area. But the juxtaposition is such that you cannot help but wonder whether or not the monastics have ever contemplated it. I think that the poem was about that, and little else. Certainly it was entirely self-reflective. And I like to think that Luther, after having spent so many years beating up on himself, would have smiled upon reaching the part where the monk discovers that he has mistaken his belt for "THE DEVIL". Pax vobiscum. Bob PS Dear Monitor...I know, I know. So go ahead and "delete" this into oblivion. (That's a joke). PPS Ron, just realized that you may have been talking about MY take on this poem. Duh!! Bit slow this morning. That clears up your comment. Sorry to have babbled at length. Still, not thrilled with this. But again, thanks Pardner. [This message has been edited by RMW (edited 08-22-2001).] |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoy |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Vandana....what a wonderful comment. Only from India. Bless you. Bob |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
By the title, I had the sneaking suspicion that something was up. While you may not be satisfied with it, it reads rather well. And indeed, given that garden, a robe would deign to see the serpent! Such eternal anguish! |
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