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Unquiet Dawn
Something enormous
reaches through
the glitter
and crackle of
night's sky:
A shadow.
A light.
An entire realm
descending
and all it wants
is your soul.
It holds you like
a lover just
before the
first light and
a lost sky
are ripped by oaks,
poplars, ash trees
and pines
and it pierces
every part of you
with an almost
deranged
and perfectly
sacred beauty.
So what had you so
frightened,
so imprisoned?
That world out there?
Oh, it looks solid
enough and
it moves with
glacial sloth
as we drag it
through our myths,
our dreams.
Look: nothing
to see here if we
look long enough.
Crows like
disheveled priests
that don't know
what vows are
live outside
the absurd
religion.
The onyx-eyed doe
and other
woodland nymphs
aren't playing the
game while
spun-glass mist
and sticky-sweet
drizzles of
morning have
their own story
and it has
nothing to do
with ambition
but everything
to do
with everything
everywhere:
One flame,
One All
and our personal
universe within.
Patricia Joan Jones
Just like creation has a
Just like creation has a creator, we can create our own universe, our own perception when we know how to use it, we have nothing to fear but fear its self. In the same way your head creates your world, your heart creates its scenes and discerns the value you ut on it, while dogmas are how we find our way, they are but lap posts lighting our way, burdened by social, cultural and spiritual boundaries and obligation, when we break loose to seek we shall find, better still we shall create and what a beautiful world we could make! Lovely reminder thankyou!
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."
So true and so well said!
So true and so well said! It's always a supreme honor when you stop by and leave such illuminating footprints. Thank you for the inspiration.
I woke in the middle of the
I woke in the middle of the night to find that this poem has posted; and as I have said for a couple of years now, a poem posted by Patricia is an event. This poem embodies that excitement. The supple slenderness of her brief lines reveals a profound depth of meaning that fully blossoms toward the conclusion of the poem.
Her poems are, primarily, poems of process. They are choreographies of those processes which, in her Poetry, normally take place on a cosmic scale or stage. If she writes about a flower blooming in some meadow, you can assume that there is also, in some part of the galaxy, a star emerging from a nebula and igniting unto light and warmth.
Her metaphors and similes are very dramatic, and the crows like priests that do not know what vows are, is downright comical. But whatever effect is rendered by her poetic devices, they are all carefully and skillfully directed to the same end: to describe the connectedness of all aspects of existing in a community of all things that exist. The blooming flower in a meadow on earth shares a fellowship with the newly emerged and glowing star. Whiile this is Poetry, and no one can dispute that fact, it is also a fully functional Cosmology (but without all the tedious mathematical equations; one need not have studied Calculus to understand her Poetry).
Like Wallace Stevens' Poetry, Patricia's has a deliberate center of gravity which is usually deep within the poem, and in this particular poem it is in the final eight lines. Here she shows us the connectedness or community of all existence: everything has to do with everything everywhere. This is a cosmologically credal statement---as self-evident as any of Euclid's axioms, but even more essential. The connectedness of all things is axiomatic because all things were created by God, the name of Whom was revealed to Apostle John (chosen appropriately from among them all) as Love. And Love has given the task of explication to certain Poets . . . not every Poet, but only a chosen few, among whom is Patriciajj.
J-Called
You were spot on in your
You were spot on in your assessment of my core message, and I couldn't feel more gratified that you not only used your mental laser-pointer to illuminate it, but presented it with overwhelming magnificence. A poet couldn't ask for more, but there was more . . .
After grasping my burning intention for many of my expressions, you defined my overall theme of unity as a "Cosmology". Just where, starbound Poet, do I begin to thank you for seeing and appreciating that?
I'm also thrilled by your very kind reassurance that my processes work. That means more than you can imagine and more than I could, in one lifetime, thank you for.
Peace and Light.
The poetic edifice that you
The poetic edifice that you have been constructing, poem by poem, over the years is, I believe, incontrovertible proof that one of the primary functions of the poetic vocation is to participate in, and advance, the process of the Cosmos explaining itself to itself. You not only speak to humanity on earth, you speak to and for star systems, galaxies, nebulae, rogue comets, and meteor showers. Two to three thousand years ago, Poets created the myths by which stars and constellations have been named. Now, the responsibility to explicate what has been named becomes a new Poetic process and vocation, for which you are eminently qualified. This is why, in my opinion, it is vitally important that every poem you complete takes its rightful place on the internet (hopefully, postpoems).
J-Called
I'm going to take your deeply
I'm going to take your deeply inspiring guidance to heart. Thank you again and again for bringing me back to PostPoems. And myself! God bless.
As you write your poems, you
As you write your poems, you are working along side the Hubble and Webb outer space telescopes. But they are mere machines and can neither interpret nor appreciate what they send forth. You, however, are sentient---one of those consciousnesses that have been chosen for cosmic explication.
J-Called
You are an important
You are an important contributor to cosmic self-discovery as well! Can't thank you enough for all your encouragement.