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A Multitude of One
Our better dreams have no borders.
The earth is carved and served
up to titans,
but we can dream it into place
because all we are is
you and I.
We are each other.
The division howls and
claws our souls away,
but don't say we got it wrong.
See through the tangled hedge
that lied to us
from every side,
frightened us from the
moment we came stumbling
into this terrible,
perfect madness:
not heaven or hell,
just theater.
Yes, it looks so real
from the cheap seats on the
other side of truth.
The autumn forest is dying
and singing:
whispers of heaven burning down.
I float through clouds of
breathing gold and suddenly,
I remember . . .
The afterlife is here.
It shows up now and then
where we are practicing
masters scribbling lifetimes,
where we are diamonds
dreaming of glory
under a conniving planet,
where we are beauty seen
without eyes.
Oh music of the spheres,
precision-cut master jewel,
eons of learning,
crowd of one,
we are you.
Patricia Joan Jones
Poem As Alchemy
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Another great definition of poem as fait compli. Admixture of emotional and seeable mage creativity. Your poems force a clock to slow, three seconds for one. Nice. ~S~
Thank you for your
Thank you for your beautifully expressed insights and encouragement. It means so much.
This beautiful, evocative
This beautiful, evocative poem has set me free, today, from certain negative thoughts that have haunted me since October,1980. Your line, "But don't say we got it wrong," has helped to put my relationship with Lady Cecily, so long ago, in a new perspective. Sending you a PM to ask a favor.
Starward
I can't tell you how thrilled
I can't tell you how thrilled I am to know that line led to a personal liberation. Thank you so much for reading and appreciating this work, even though I had to go back and edit it for paragraph breaks. Your acknowledgement has meant the world to me.