Open Poetry #22 |
Image To Hands |
WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
There is a softeness to this morn. A quiet cushion of nothing surrounds. Absent of noise in empty house, save the slow whir of the fans overhead. The purr of appliance from time to time, nothing to disturb a train of thought nor hinder the birth of idea. The mind can now slip image to hands, through delicate slender fingers, to keyboard for placement of thought upon page. I can create in still life, vision that will stir imagination. Reveal the dance of dust in beam of light surreal through window. The optic impossible of growth of cactus, flourish of violet and burst of fern in light perceptible, yet uneventful at any other time, save for this quite moment of reveal. The slide of mere dew of morn collected on pane, such a slow metered pace as to boggle the mind as to what it really matters in the scheme of all things. But at this moment, a joy, a small sense of artistic movement of drop. In this silent time my eye will catch upon soft sway of tree in slight breeze. Ordinary pictures, unnoticed amid the din. Disturbance of pattern, brought on by the presense of another. This quiet I savor. I let it feel me, as I feel with mind and spirit it's cocoon of pause around me. It leads the inner vision to words. Which spill on page of white. WhiteRose 10/06/02 "The first rule of poetry, write what you know." |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Great stuff! Ponderings in quietude. Love this section the mostest!!! This quiet I savor. I let it feel me, as I feel{,} with mind and spirit{,} it's cocoon of pause around me. It leads the inner vision to words. Which spill on page of white. The underlined part is my absolute favorite image!!!!! Oh, though lovely times when we enter a "cocoon of pause," lovely! Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Beautifully expressed. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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