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One
afternoon
while
you
on
a
stone
the
mountain
(and
your
hair)
stands
up
Grass
and
flowers
lean
over
your
toes
as
if
on
a
river
of
air
Breeze
pecks
your
cheek
picks
you
up
then
flings
you
into
the
sky
You
see
a
child
with
angelic
eyes
and
golden
hair
She
makes
you
cry
“I’ve
been
wanting
to
tell
you
about
it
…
how
I
vanished
in
clouds ~
only
wind
sloughing
through
…
~ how
the
angel
caught
me
and
shouted,
‘Go
back!’”
I’ve
been
waiting
to
talk
to
some
one
about
it
for
a
long
time”
Scarlet
and
gold
moss
about
brown ~
try
as
you
might
can’t
find
a
way
down
Up
above,
ivy
walls
~ their
shadows
fall
upon
the
ground
Gold
and
scarlet
moss
about
brown
walk
you
down
to
a
pond
Rain~
drops
cir~
cles
of
drop~
lets
cir~
cles
and
circ~
lets
each
spreading
thous~
sands
of
cir~
cles
while
filling
out
invisibly,
the
pond
Not
just
watching
water~
drops
over~
lapping
also,
hearing
each
splash
Sweet
little
chimes
of
night
At last, rhymes! It's entrancing. And it takes so much time to read it, having to scroll down, which makes it - I can't find the words - cloudlike, mysterious, hazy, compelling...I don't know what, but something positive. You are a mystic of a different sort, but a mystic - a romantic, ecstatic, nature-mystic.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how I would react if it were written horizontally, as prose (or something like).
In Jeremy's previous contributions I never quite knew whether they were short gnomic expressions of the ineffable, or whether they should be combined into a longer poem; but this time there seemed to be a common theme and leitmotifs, so I stuck my neck out and published it (or them?) all together. Of, course you can read it either way, as a single poem or as a series of very short ones.
ReplyDelete(There was also a photograph of rain dimpling a fish-filled pond, but I couldn't get it to transfer. My deepest apologies to Jeremy for the omission.)