Wednesday, April 22, 2020

A Break In The Clouds


An alchemistry of thought, photography
Found deep in another century, trimmed
Into lockets, carried in pockets --paper,
Light and silver-salts-- evolved a
Distillate of rainbows, an age at which
We learned to expel excitement in new
Ways through time, space, its swales and
Bends by bowing, falling out both ends.

23 comments:

  1. Elegant. Describing the joy of elements is so beautiful.

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    1. Most kind, Susan. As my past increases, so does my love of treasured details.

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  2. Beautifully expressed.
    Hugs, Julia

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    1. Thanks, Julia. Hugs appreciated and reciprocated.

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  3. Lovely way of describing clouds and rainbows cycle of life. Made me think - thank you!

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    1. My pleasure and privilege, m'Lady. Lately, increasingly, I've thought of Simon's and Garfunkel's "59th Street Bridge Song". "Life, I love you..." is not affixed to any particular age.

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    2. It makes sense - I can understand why you could connect that song to your words here.

      Stay GROOVEY!

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    1. Lovely Arleen, thanks. With or without the comma, sometimes even I need to feel lovely.

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  5. You do have a way with words, Geo. - thank you for this. When next I see a locket, a photograph, or a rainbow, I will remember your poem.

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    1. 0_Jenny, those 3 things are ampliative reminders of the same principle. Work your craft and art, not as Dylan Thomas wrote"...while lovers lie abed...", but all the time, in your heart and head. You are exceptional.

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  6. I especially enjoyed the visual descriptive of lockets from another century, with a trimmed to fit picture, treasured and carried.

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    1. Dear Joanne, you've hit a sensitive spot! In the 1950s I remember my family paying respects to departed relatives, lying in state, surrounded by grand-aunts in black bombazine who'd been there all night. I was little and leaned into them, uninterested in their busy beads but intrigued by lockets --the photos there-in. I realized, with an awe uncomfortably beyond my years(10) that these loved ones had withdrawn, even as their love grew.

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  7. Lockets are potent magic indeed. Splendid words - words you can just drop into like the surf. Also 'swales' is one of my favourites.

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    1. Oh Lisa, language is also magic --you know that-- in all tongues are words that make our insides sigh, like swales. like "surf".

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  8. I love this, Geo. You bring alchemistry to life in all its beauty.

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    1. Most kind, Sandra. My own impression of Alchemy --especially as espoused by spouses Nicolas Flamel and wife Perenelle-- is that the Philosophers' Stone was a metaphor. A mineral that would change base metals into gold and silver works well with the idea that people can advance mentally, physically, into something more useful and valuable to our universe. They sought understanding.

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  9. Thank you for these words, Geo. They help to make life pleasant.

    PipeTobacco

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    1. Most kind Prof., I know this is a hard time for educators --and an especially busy time. I will try to post more positive poems, even though I'm no good at meter and rhyme.

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  10. Visualized nicely between the picture and the series of words ..

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    1. Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed the poem.

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  11. how do you say THANK YOU in Portagee again geo? love these love them all......

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