Philosophy, Poetry

that peace

 

why does this space call form to fly here as that moth is bound

to that light? why do some thoughts land here whilst others

escape? what do you think of that poem chained link by link

of such invisible musings? can you see it here frolicking and

weaving between the lines? do you hear its delicious whisper

calling you to a deeper home? do you feel in your bones that

silent poem of no words, no form, no thing at all? does it sing to

you of a peace that is unending and equally of no beginning?

does it wrap you in a blanket stitched word by word from all the

words of all the poets that ever sat to write and never ever wrote?

 

submission to Poets United~midweek motif~Peace

 

 

Philosophy, Poetry

wjk

word forming

becomes

form

 

inky concrete columns

 

birthing backwards

in space

 

uppermost

 

dawning

heralding process

 

sending

roots poetic substratas

 

to

the end upon which all begins

to

 

substratas poetic roots

sending

 

process heralding

dawning

 

uppermost

 

space in

backwards birthing

 

columns concrete inky

 

form

becomes

forming word

 

submission to Toads ‘of muse and me prompt’

 

 

 

 

dVerse, Philosophy

in?

Posted by in Poetics

Hello everyone!  Hope you are having a good day.  As some of you know, I came back from my road trip to Alberta about a month ago.  Looking back at my photos,  my mind would wander – skipping the long distance, jumping over the fences and just be in that space of silence.  We were also lucky that the entrance fees to our National Parks in Canada this year is free, so that meant easy access and no barriers to enjoy the many lakes, valleys and mountains surrounding the parks.

My prompt today is about border, that line separating two political or geographical areas, especially countries, or the outer part or edge. More than the physical boundaries, there are borders which are invisible, such as an imaginary, social or mental borders. These kind of borders are more challenging to overcome, don’t you agree? Challenge:  To write about border theme and include the word “border” either in your title or poem. An extra challenge would be to write about the invisible border theme e.g. mental borders or imaginary boundaries.   The form and structure is your choice.

If this is your first time to join us, here’s what to do: 

  • Write a poem with border theme in your blog.
  • Enter a link directly to your poem and your name by clicking Mr Linky. There you will find links to other poets, and more will join during the next 48 hours.
  • Read and comment on other poet’s work, we all go here to have our poems read
  • Please link back to dVerse from your site/blog.Comment and participate in our discussion below, if you like.   We are a friendly bunch of poets.
  • Have fun.

See you at the poetry trail. ~Grace~

 

Beyond sight

lies a veil

a border invisible

 

 

beyond border

lies magic

real and colourful

 

 

beyond magic

lies insanity

chaos dancing

 

in sanity

in sane

in carceration

 

who is in?

who decides?

in human

 

beyond thought

we are one

 

As we grow in our consciousness, there will be more compassion and more love, and then the barriers between people, between religions, between nations will begin to fall. Yes, we have to beat down the separateness.
Ram Dass
Philosophy, Real Toads, Spirituality

who looks?

Kerry is hosting at Toads. Greetings to all! Today is the day we put the “mini’ back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and return to the option of form poetry. The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines (but you may write in fewer than 10 lines all the way down to a single American sentence). Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred.

This weekend, our frame of reference is “Uncomplicated Things” – from the second line of the poem, The Moon, by Leonard Cohen. I look forward to reading a number of short poems, from Saturday through to Monday. The link does not expire, so please feel free to write more than one poem, and a return to comment on poems linked later would be appreciated.

I am going with an American sentence this  morning. I didn’t know that until I finished writing. Funny huh? This may appear complicated. It is not.

 

from here i look outward

don’t see my face

but am aware that i look

dVerse, Philosophy, Poetry

E=mti

Bjorn is hosting at the Pub tonight. We are all poets and we know what a sonnet is. Everyone knows that a sonnet rhymes, and there are rhyme schemes. Everyone knows that a sonnet is written in meter. More specifically iambic pentameter. A sonnet has fourteen lines, and a sonnet has something called a volta too. We all know that. But if I mention sonnets we shall not forget Pablo Neruda.

Love sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

 

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

 

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

 

It has:

No rhyme scheme. No meter (or as I prefer to say – a free meter). But it has 14 lines, and a volta when you go from the two quatrain into the the concluding tercets.

This is consistent with an Italian (or Petrarchan sonnet).

Today I want you to write a free verse sonnet in the same style. State your problem in the first two quatrain (pack it with metaphors, with mystery and imagery). Then apply it for real in the concluding part.

 

do you run like a river through this landscape

meandering across the plains of existence

or perhaps you dance in relation to space itself

four dimensions and counting the beat

 

do you move in a logically in one direction

never returning to where you set out from

destined to ride the waves until infinity bends

ticking away those pink moments behind the moon

 

i am unchanging and immutable, without tick or tock

i am Parmenides ghost whispering in this eternal now

i am ‘what is’ and ‘what is’ cannot be what is not which

 

never was in the beginning anyway because there was

no beginning Only the now indivisible and continuous now

so here the equation is completed as We have no more time

 

Notes: This poem is inspired by the thinking of the physicist Julian Barbour who postulates that there is no such thing as time.

dVerse, Philosophy, Quadrille

who dreams?

Posted by in Quadrille

Greetings, intrepid poets! De Jackson here, aka WhimsyGizmo. It’s Quadrille Monday (my favorite!), when we write a poem of exactly 44 words, including a provided word.

Today, I want us to DREAM together.

 

Butterfly dreams itself awake

in human form

walking and talking

without wings

no floating, just

gravity pulled

weighted bone and skin

 

lead boots anchored to earth

rooted away from soaring

sleep that inner landscape

kaleidoscopic possibles

lifting spirit from flesh

into reverie in flight

 

Notes: My poem isinspired by this quote from the philosopher Zhuangzi.

“Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things.”

 

 

 

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