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Archive for September, 2014

As the Whole World Emerged

As the whole world emerged once
From infinitesimal
Dark singularity,
Growing from nothing to
Spread its great sail
In a flight to infinity;

As the cold, small, hard seed, become
Moistened by Spring,
Warmed by deep, penetrating Sun
Unfolds, emerging to
Oh! this great sky
Giving wing to its seeds and dreams,

So from imprisonment
Bound by his faith
In the strictures of other men
Stirred by the call of
A warm invitation
To rise, and to dance again,

He wakes in his body
And climbs to the peak
Of a great, ancient structure
To launch with new limbs
Over warm fertile vineyards
The flight of his wakened soul.

In silence he yearns for
The soul mate who only
In all of the world
Might know what has come to be
Living and growing so
Deep in his bosom.

Life has now grown
To be so deeply rooted,
Relentless, tenacious
He knows he will never
Return to the hard lifeless
Kernel he once was;

No, he’ll expand and,
Embracing the world
Now advancing to greet him,
Give to it everything
All he has gained from
The loved one who summoned him.

–gjt 11/23/2013 ©
Rev 09/27/2014 ©

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Too Close (?) II

Too Close (?) II

You laughed within me
Enfolded deep in my heart
Did we both move back

Too Close? (Haiku)

Once you laughed my laugh,
Living close inside my heart.
When did we step back?

-gjt (c) 2014

Harvesting Blueberries

The best bowl of berries is harvested slowly
First sought by size though this varies so much
Scanned for a color that signals maturity
Finally tested for ready by touch

Size matters somewhat but varies by cultivar
Still find the first hint of readiness there
Each breed is different but should grow consistently
Check the expected size then test with care

Sometimes obscuring a pale immaturity
Dappled light hides the true color away
Slowly the branch must me turned to get fuller light
Patiently leave some for some other day

Even deep color is less than dispositive
Weak stem adhesion determines the test
Though it looks ready it can’t be plucked strongly
But falling to gentle touch signals the best

So the best blueberries aren’t gathered quickly
But slowly selected by one who’s aware
Wooed with a light touch and great sensitivity
Gathered with diligence patience and care

-gjt
© 2014

Corona (Haiku)

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Corona (Haiku)

The late-Summer sun
Crowns the tow’ring evergreen
Like a Christmas star

-gjt
© 2014

Expansive Possibility

I dwell in Possibility – (466)

BY EMILY DICKINSON

I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –

Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –

Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –

Reprinted electronically (at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/182904) by permission of the publishers and the Trustees of Amherst College from The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Ralph W. Franklin, ed., Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright © 1951, 1955, 1979, 1983, 1998 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.

Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)

From the beginning, the words I read propelled me along a constantly expanding experience of Possibility, with no suggestion of retreat from the world (so frequently read into this poem). The relentless repetition of identical rhythms that begin each of lines 2, 3, 4 and 5 knit them for me into a unity of motion and meaning:

  1. the more numerous windows, exposing more vistas,
  2. the “[s]uperior” doors (superior of number, it seemed, resounding as those words did for me with identical rhythmic motion, suggesting a parallel generosity of opportunity for receiving expansive contribution to the dweller(s),
  3. the generous — expansive — proportions suggested for its ‘Chambers as the Cedars’,
  4. all leading into a sense of increase, of receiving from outside such a wealth of life-giving experience that “impregnation-able” leaped out insistently as I read the word “impregnable” in the fourth of these lines, seeing all that was allowed into this House of Possibility as germinating something teeming with life,

until it all but “blew the roof off”, revealing the almost infinite expanse of this House that could not contain its gestation in any semblance of isolation. With that explosive liberation, I saw from a new perspective, from the outside looking back in at the occupants of the House, those dwelling temporarily as visitors, greeted as “the fairest” (being those, perhaps, who naturally gravitate to Possibility) and those dwelling permanently like the poet, the “I” with whom the poem begins. Finally, I saw the poet gesture toward the work of this House: “the spreading wide my narrow Hands/To gather Paradise”, to draw in, not hide from, all that is good and life-giving and leading on to ever more and more growth: the continual flowering of Possibility. The sentence that comprises this poem presents a litany of the features of this House, the last of which is its Occupation, which is illustrated for the reader by describing its occupant’s own activity in the final couplet.

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