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Monday, October 7, 2013

Contemplating the Divine

The locust trees have turned yellow,
and the sunset comes early in the evening.

Living across the street from Saint T's,
and feeling my own seasons shift,
I take to contemplating the Divine.

All that I am and am not
swirls in my imagination like leaves down the sidewalk.

How I love these poems,
and all the days and years distilled within them;

If you should see me looking half-lidded and sleepy in the wicker chair,
it is just this poet contemplating the Divine--

all the miraculous things
that I am
and am not.
_________



30 comments:

  1. Is this a melancholy tone I hear?

    This is a great way to begin my day--with a poem from Shay, fresh from pen/keyboard...

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  2. How I love these poems,
    and all the days and years distilled within them;

    Beautiful, beautiful lines...

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  3. I wish I wrote this poem, truly glad I got to read it today.

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  4. Fireblossom such a wonderful alluring piece you write...delicate questions drift on wispy winds...

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  5. "All that I am and am not
    swirls in my imagination like leaves down the sidewalk."

    Beautiful contemplative poem!

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  6. Well, I, for one, was contemplating that girl's a-maz-ing ass. Ah, youth...wasted on the young!!!

    Fabulous Fall poem, Shay, with just the right amount of bittersweet melancholy. xo

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  7. Love that "swirling the imagination like the leaves on the sidewalk"

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  8. Love the distillation of our years in our poems. YES! Also love the looking "half-lidded and sleepy in the wicker chair".

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  9. Shay, your writes leave me feeling as though I'm halfway through a hot cup of coffee, savoring the temperature, taste, perk, aroma, neither at the beginning nor the end, but deliciously in between.

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  10. You are ________ ... I'll let everyone fill in the blank.

    The image is spectacular!!

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  11. The mood in this poem (and the photo) is enough to make me a believer. How exquisitely sensitive.

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  12. I think I like best the feeling of acceptance in this, though the lyric quality of the language is also strong. The Divine appears in the oddest places... AFA the pic--that definitely has me contemplating not only all I'm not, but all I never could have been.

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  13. From the "bitter old hags unite" tag, I wonder if we're feeling a bit of the Prospero or Sir John Falstaff this morning? If it's the former, I would not recommend turning in your wand just yet.

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  14. If you ask me, it's all the things that I am not that makes me happy. There are far too many tempting dark alleys to avoid in life.

    Great piece!

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  15. That title is an apt caption to the photo. . . and you poem satisfies like fine mulled wine by the fire in Vt in October. . . or maybe . . . .

    You have made me yearn. Thank you.


    I realize my relentless up-beat may drum on your sensitive poet's ear; but I am hooked on yourself :-)
    I get all the quid I can pro from your words,

    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
    =^..^= <3
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    > < 3 3 3 ( ' >

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  16. All the days and years distilled.

    It SHOWS!

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  17. Interest tag..bitter old hags unite,
    like it. I also liked your poem, very enjoyable read. Didn't sense bitterness when I went back and reread it, but that's me... clueless to sensing emotions...sigh.
    Peace
    Siggi

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  18. Beautiful words...

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  19. How I love these poems,
    and all the days and years distilled within them;


    Maude, yes. Your image reminds me of the kind of work/look we created seasons ago. The more I know you, the more connected I am to you.

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  20. I love the juxtaposition of the Divine with the am-am not.

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  21. ***If you should see me looking half-lidded and sleepy in the wicker chair,
    it is just this poet contemplating the Divine**

    Your. Words. Thrill. Me.

    Xx

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  22. Don't be so sure that you are not all things miraculous...

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  23. You are, indeed, a divine and miraculous thing, Shay!

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  24. Beautifully written. There is certainly something about this time of year that inspires reflection.

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  25. The "days distilled," indeed. "What I am and am not..." Hope that doesn't refer to the picture, but if it does, I'm fairly certain your self-esteem would say, "HAVE IT, BABY, AND AIN'T LOSIN' IT ANYTIME SOON!" Ha ha, Amy

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  26. its perfect .. fits this season like a glove

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  27. Shay, this is a nice poem. It sounds peaceful...that's the word that comes to mind for me.

    I read those closing lines again and again, but truly loved this line:

    "All that I am and am not
    swirls in my imagination like leaves down the sidewalk."

    That's such a great word picture!

    Once again, your tags made me giggle..."bitter old hags unite?"

    LOL

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  28. Well... the poem is a gift to us all... I find her "annoying" - all the things I never was and never will be... ")

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  29. The photo is worth the price of admission, then we are treated to a wonderful poem!

    Wow :-)


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