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Contributed by
zenmind
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Thursday, 16th August 2007 @ 06:29:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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To all of those who check in with my blog on a regular basis, you know that I write frequently, and with so many poems posted on my blog I feel that readers may be desynsitized to my work. None the less, I do take pride in my poetry because it's something that I completely put myself into, and while each poem is its separate journey, it is always the same journey...into the present moment. I've always been facinated with the meditative, spontaneous, and often striking insight that is part of the process of every poem. This is another poem of mine that I feel somehow expresses more than I could ever express in words, and yet, it is expressed through words. It feels good to me to be able to touch that place in life that is really impossible to explain, that can only be experienced if one is aware. In order for me to write, I have to write with a wreakless abandon against all of my self judgement. I cannot second guess what I'm writing and I cannot write with a clear end in sight. I write to let the poem come alive, and for it to end when it wants to end. I am trying to connect to a part of myself that is larger than myself. Call it God if you prefer, but I prefer not to give "God" characteristics or definition. It is what it is and we are a part of it, and when I feel like I am connecting and expressing that state of mind, I feel like I am on the right path.
Grab a pen and come back,
sit back, relax, let it all go
and notice the zone, the zen
moment when awareness,
reduced to a single point
telescopically spirals in
and out, a journey
through fluid perceptions, motions when
precisely executed, dance, freedom
of expression, loyalty to love---let it go,
it's all good, when in doubt
give.
Do it now, document those sad soft feelings,
words, caught in the quiet, when feeling
stands still, and falls into
deep sleep. Do it now, in spite
of its undeniable strength, feels so disquieting,
speaking frankly, firmly indigestable, its cautious
fate, maybe one may discover the words
to speak, and speak clearly, though given
on your behalf, to you, to choose
which fractured syllable faultered,
at no fault of one's own, made it right,
the key once found fades, and again
one finds silence in the answers.
Like dice, repeatedly tossed, in the shape
of desired constellations, the doors open
and while standing, still, appear
as if reflected by mirrors, its opposite stance,
taken from books, poetry, philosophy, life---
has no answer, other than,
itself. And once ashore, death
tastes sweet, and life, in death,
made into flesh, dances into
sublimity.
Copyright ©
zenmind
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2007-08-16 06:29:12]
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Re: come back...
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by Asthenia on
Thursday, 16th August 2007 @ 07:10:48 AM AEST
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This was awesome...some very deep and intellectual thoughts on poetry. Pleasing to the mind to read and pleasing to the ears when read aloud. We share a similar viewpoint on writing as well
A refreshing poem with many ideas that I've never thought of or heard before. Great job |
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Re: come back...
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by Adreana on
Thursday, 16th August 2007 @ 07:35:59 AM AEST
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Wow. What incredible work. I don't really know what to say. I really liked your intro into this one. I think you nailed it with "It feels good to me to be able to touch that place in life that is really impossible to explain, that can only be experienced if one is aware." That is SO true! We capture in a poem what most people cannot explain in words. And you're very right... we can't second guess ouselves. Poetry should just flow. It's art. Like songwriting... if I have to think about it and start changing things around, it's most likely not going to be as good as others that just come out. I'm very impressed with this piece. Thank you for sharing it.
~Adreana |
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Re: come back...
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by deadheadpoet on
Thursday, 16th August 2007 @ 05:35:44 PM AEST
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Your intro was so long, but your poem was so friggen good. What an excellent write...you have captured much feelings of a writer in your piece. That was a very enjoyable read. One that I shall come back to and read again and again...
Thank you for sharing.
Peace and hugs,
Laura |
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