So you've seen the night sky
as it truly is
and you've been ordained in
the trembling rain of
stars that traveled
all the way from the
prehistoric source,
coming through like holy static,
coming through the polished shadows,
coming through in pieces
of the Afterworld,
and it must be something
from elsewhere
because it doesn't speak
but says so much more than we
deserve to know,
more than the slow exhale
of the maiden moon
could ever rasp—
she's no match for fire,
no rival to ice,
sleek as the "yes" in your
lover's eyes
and so much like your
motionless stream of being,
your milky, lucid sleep:
the night sky as it truly is
lifting Earthlings and Earth and
your unfinished self,
now the shape of devotion,
now the mirror of stars,
outside the gate
in the Answer that
thought of everything long
before you asked,
in the unseen light
that is the
Truth
behind the night.
Patricia Joan Jones
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I wrote before of a pond at night reflecting the moon
but 'mirror of stars' is much more beautiful and succinct
and 'the yes in your lover's eyes' is also a lovely eternal phrase
Thank you for revisiting and
Thank you for revisiting and leaving such appreciative comments. It means so much.
we love the stars ever inside
we love the stars ever inside you thanks for
being here
'sleek as the yes in your lover's eyes'
'your unfinished self,
now the shape of devotion,
now the mirror of stars,'
I'm deeply honored by your
I'm deeply honored by your exquisite comment. Thank you!
you painted a vivid dictonary
you painted a vivid dictonary of astrology for our eyes to look upon
the sky has all the answers we seek of life today and all of times lost
we think of all the ancient people that charted those same skies that wondered the same as we do
ron parrish
Thank you for your input,
Thank you for your input, gleaming with profound insights and artistry. I deeply appreciate your support.
alway`s a pleasure
alway`s a pleasure
ron parrish
There are no words to
There are no words to describe eat i saw, felt and resonated with, I think you may live in my mind or our frequencies intermingle. I almost believe I wrote it there is no higher compliment than that when reaching someone through words. The eternal source somewhere in the centre of the universe so many theories so many experiences leading to more theories but the last line just took my breath away and the amazing words I'd arranged as what was to be the comment; alas I can only mange awe. Its what ever the big word is to wncompas such fine craftsmanship and intellectual nirvana... and other inexplicable things. Wondrously apt on point and perfect timing. God is so good! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Your resonance and sharp
Your resonance and sharp understanding of my vision means everything to me. Yes, it is the greatest compliment. Thank you for such a profound and stunning expression that is a work of art in itself. "intellectual nirvana" Love that!
I think we have a tendency to
I think we have a tendency to look with skepticism on sequels, and to judge---or misjudge---them more harshly. The example of T, S, Eliot's poem, The Hollow Men, comes to mind; when in fact it was not intended to be a sequel to The Waste Land, and yet was judged and found wanting accordingly. So, to avoid even the least similarity to that prejudice, I am not going to compare this poem as a sequel at all, but as an independent entity.
In reading previous poems from Patriciajj, I have found that locating the poem's center of gravity is a useful way to begin, and in this poem, that happens to be the next to last stanza, "the Anser that / thought of everything." This identifies the source of Patriciajj's poetry in general, from which they proceed and which, like diplomats, they represent. Because of this aspect of her calling as a Poet, her poems are never "off-hand," or impromptu effusions of the mundane or the trivia, like so many lesser poems, on this side and elsewhere, strive to be. Her poems, instead, are revelatory---of the highest aspects of the cosmos; they are declaratory---that these aspects exists, are important, and both merit, and require, our attention; and they are allegorical---consider how she defines the moon, in this poem, as she refers to the moon as "her,' not "it," and show us that she (the moon) is more than just a rocklike edifice that reflects sunlight and pulls our tides. This poem makes the moon personable as, at its beginning, the poem tells us an aspect of the stars 'that traveled . . . from the prehistoric source." This poem extends Patricia's dynamic consistence in her assignment of significances to cosmic phenomena that many simply take for granted, or ignore.
Time, also, in Patriciajj's poetry, and in this poem, is compressed into a manageable process, or an identifiable process, that makes it less mysterious. The poem begins with prehistory, and mentions the Afterwiorld, of which we have only pieces of knowledge (because human beings learn in pieces): this is a great arc of time to which her words give a kind of geometric diagram.
This poem demonstrates, again, like all of her poems, the Poet's art of, and skill in, invocation and evocation. When I first became a student of poetry, I was fascinated by various epic poems' invocations of their poets' Muses. In those parts of their poems, the Poets seemed to touch upon, to declare, and to reveal a mystery that very often transcended ordinary language. All of Patriciajj's poetry---and we are reminded of this aspect in this poem, as in all of her poems---is an invocation and evocation of that transcendence; a reminder to us of this transcendence that lifts our "unfinished selves'" in the "shape of devotion" that we see reflected in "mirror of stars." I happen to believe, personally, that human beings are the sole sentience within this cosmos. and that we were created to give the cosmos an awareness of itself through our awareness of it; much as the mind gives the body an awareness of itself. And to this opinion---whether the Poet shares it or not---Patriciajj's poems speak with profound wisdom as she instructs the reader in the ways that the Cosmos works---itself a poem (a concept one can derive from Saint Paul), and we, though parts of that poem, are also its readers and appreciators. Patriciajj's Poetry does so many things at once with this aspect: her poetry, and this poem majorly, declares, reminds, instructs, and guides the reader into this awareness, or into a greater practice of this awareness, a summons to approach, or return to, this cosmic aspect of our consciousness. This is what Patriciajj does, with a confidence and skill that gives each poem, and, therefore, all of her Poetry, an authority that towers above the tentative tones of so many other poems. And as she of her poems is posted, we see Poetry's reach and depth expanded, delineated, and delivered to her readers. Hers is the consistency of Dante's cantos and of Bach's harmonies and counterpoints. This is the greatness that radiates from every poem, every line, and every word that she posts here; it is a greatness that makes postpoems not just a website bu a Temple of Poetry.
Starward
What a breathtaking analysis
What a breathtaking analysis that tunnels deep into every step of my process and the wider vision as well. Thank you, once again, for getting it—and with such eloquence and razor-sharp understanding that I'm overwhelmed. Your deft manipulation of words extends beyond poetry and narration to grasping and interpreting the work of others. What a gift! THANK YOU.
Any poem or prose that you
Any poem or prose that you post is an event---for Poetry, and for your readers. I consider it a great privilege to be able to comment on your poems, but an even greater privilege to read them and to see your Poetic version of the cosmos expand and extend, poem by poem.
Starward
You made my day again. Thank
You made my day again. Thank you!