Thursday, November 25, 2010

What I Said To Her



"Each person must live their life as a model for others." - Rosa Parks

"We as for long life, but 'tis deep life, or noble moments that signify. Let the measure of time be spiritual, not mechanical." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Now there is one outstandingly important fact regarding Spaceship Earth, and that is that no instruction book came with it." - Buckminster Fuller

"To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go." - Blackwater Woods - Mary Oliver

On this Thanksgiving Day I am spending most of it alone.

What I Said To Her

I wish I had words
enough to really say it
but of course I don't.

I would touch you there
and watch your world change from top
to bottom, from bud
to fragrant bright bloom
as if I had that power,
a true timeless mage.

Can you know this ache
in me, this want, this pent up
life about to burst?

September 7, 2009 9:58 AM

8 comments:

  1. christopher,

    the energy...with which poem ends is brilliant...about to burst....
    burst into bubbles of little pockets of love that crash into your skin like blunt paper pins that feel painful and gratifying at the same time....i'll have a drink to this...

    cheers !!

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  2. Thank you for saying this, Manik. You have written a poem of your own and I approve heartily of poems appearing in my comments.

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  3. I wish I had that power...that my touch could cause such bloom. My sister in law just went to an event in San Ramon where some woman was giving out hugs. A hug from her (a woman who has disciples and a crowd of 10,000 visitors) could impart such incredible energy, it was said to be well worth the three hour wait. I wonder. Can I have that kind of power in my hugs? I thought I could, but they sure don't line up for 'em.

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  4. Annie, It would be remarkable and terrifying to be the one who gathers people in such numbers. The responsibility must change a person profoundly. I have no idea if that change would always be a good one. I just don't see how a person could withstand the onslaught of demand and desire that thousands would create without being fully backed by God or turning psychopathically numb. The third way would be to need the adulation enough to somehow successfully fake genuine care, in other words, a charlatan. I would suggest in this case other versions of terror, the terror of discovery in several forms. Followers discover the charlatan, the charlatan discovering herself, the charlatan discovering a real vision of different form, and so on. Many. An altogether unenviable position to be in, to be that guru, any guru really.

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  5. Your poem is gorgeous. There are no words, not really. And then there is the building up of desire. There is no real succinct burst, I think. Or perhaps I am wrong?

    Ugh: To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

    Such a tenderness lives around this for me; a yearning, and sometimes, like an echo that comes before the sound, a fear.

    xo
    erin

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  6. Erin, as ever, you are filled with your own passion and I cherish this. I think it depends on the day whether there is consummation behind this poem or not. Or there is or is not as you like. I can't see how the poem changes a whit.

    Mary Oliver is among the very best of us (meaning poets).

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  7. She is! She is! Can you believe I have only just discovered her these last couple years? This is what happens when you have a cross your arms stubborn sort like me, a mostly nonreader. It takes them to 40 to discover such beautiful writing. How lucky am I?

    xo
    erin

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  8. That quote by Mary Oliver is lovely. I'm only just learning this letting go, of course the universe is very good at helping me learn this lesson, over and over apparently.

    Your poem reminds me of someone I knew all too briefly.

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