Turning to Light

Drenched in wind,

clinging and luscious,

I hear rumors that it was 

not all wildfire and rampage

after all,

 

that there is so much,

so much more to this show 

and it can all awaken

in the prayerlight of dusk

and whatever seemed so 

serious out there 

is now smoke

 

like each decadent pink

cloud gently swallowed 

by the dark.

 

Just a speck of faith

and the clownish day 

steps out of its 

costume and the 

Otherworld appears

 

and what waits in the calm 

is something truly living

and dripping and 

ravenous with light

 

like the red hibiscus

just learning to give,

 

like the Earth loving

itself to sleep. 

 

Patricia Joan Jones 

 

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I have been reading

I have been reading Patricia's poems for about four years, but still, each new poem she posts is an event, and a verbal mechanism for generating a sense of awe and wonder.  And in this poem, she creates a phrase that resonates in such a deeply personal way that I had to read it a couple of times to make sure I was reading it right:  the prayerlight of dusk.  I have been reading poetry for over half a century, and I have read some very excellent phrases (although far less than the number of poems I have read), and prayerlight of dusk is one of those I shall never forget.  At this late stage of my life, I can even pray that I shall die, when the hour comes, in the prayerlight of dusk.  The depth of meaning in that phrase is as great as the thunderclap, two thousand years ago, in Vergil's phrase, "Cum Juno . . ." in the first book of the Aeneid.  

   If I may be anecdotal, even gushingly personal . . . I first saw the prayerlight of dusk in 1976, twice, in moments that were far more powerful than just watching a sunset.  In the last couple of weeks, in the midst of severe bodily illness, I have been blessed to "reconnect" with my past in ways that are more significant to me than I would have thought, as if coming full circle, and the apex of that process is that phrase for which, Patricia, I will always be grateful.


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Coming from a connoisseur of

Coming from a connoisseur of poetry and an astute architect of language, I'm wildly honored that you connected in such a significant way with a phrase that I did intend to be a cornerstone of my expression. That it awakened landmarks in your life is particularly gratifying. Thanks to your very moving and beautiful feedback, I can call this a success.

 

Huge appreciation!