Through the door

Wonderful imagery, though I am unsure of its meaning.

Thank you so much. :)  The moon and the stars and the air of springtime dance to wonder. It's just an ordinary thing to go outside and look around.

How does what you see make you feel when you look around?

What I see and feel are connected. Polarization of the outside world as its being felt within, is rhythm.  I feel a strong bond with nature.  There is always something in relation to something else.

That is natural, but i am asking as a matter of significance in the relating of poetry. I have no sense from the words how you feel about the things you have described. I see the scene but I want to know how it moved you. I'm being picky, but I think emotion is an essential part of poetry. The imagery is great but i can't sense your passion for the scenery.

I'm pretty casual in sharing my words and poems as a moment of atmosphere. It's for my pleasure.  If you don't know what it means, then you don't know what it means.  Sometimes a poem is just what it is at 2 in the morning by the light of the moon in the flower bed or the new grass where the light is kept; the peaceful feeling you find there.


Here is one of my favorite Zen pieces:

The long night;
The sound of the water
Says what I think.


Poetry: There are different styles and perspectives and different aspects to take away from it.  I understand what you're saying, its just that the poem doesn't really care what you think.

I didn't mean for that to come out like a pun, I wasn't intending to be sarcastic or even witty, I'm being real.  I care a great deal about literature and poetry in relation to the world around me.  But I'm not going to make you, personally, feel something that you cannot sense.  I'm simply not that poet. With all due respect.  

I suppose it is a philosophical difference I have with poets who believe that "show me, don't tell me" is a rule for writing poetry. I wrote a poem called "Show AND Tell" to counter that train of thought. As a reader I want to know how the poets feel about the scenes they have painted. I consider poems with no emotion to be journalism. Journalism is supposed to be unbiased to allow the readers to read the facts and decide for themselves how they feel about the issues in the story. Poetry is the opposite, in my mind anyway. It is a vehicle to convey emotions. If what I read is purely imagery, to me it is photo-journalism in verse. I realize that many poets and readers disagree with my concept of poetry, a I have read many that write description after description of what surrounds them while offering no clue of how they feel about the things they see. I understand it, I just feel like the writer is afraid to express their heart. Are we Vulcans or are we Humans? JJ

I promise you I can control your emotions, what true to the nature of woman couldn’t?  I'd rather use the show me method in the totality of my work.  The truth is I don’t want to control anyone.  I think so many poets want to do this task, yet in fact they cannot control themselves.   They count their eggs before the baskets hatch.   They put the horse in the cart before the chicken and take off crashing.    
 
I like prose & poetry.  I think of poetry as trinkets of decoration that points in a direction; sometimes you don't see the eye of the person, and that's okay.  But yes there's more to it.    
 
I can tell you a lot of meaning as to the relationship with poetry and myself, but it is a very personal thing.  I'm learning to quiet myself.  If you have something specific to ask me, more than your opinion, I'm listening.    
 
I am at a different stage of writing at this point in my life; storytelling. I want to tell stories to children.   This is a very special ability to be able to create that. You must understand their minds.  Oh, the myriads of details to tale. :)  
 
I do not fit in with most DUP poets.    And there is something very relieving in that statement.    
 
I have written many poems.  Sure I think that prose and thought are different.  Just like us talking right now.  It’s not decorated, and I'm truly trying to shoot you straight; hey, almost like a conversation?  
 
I say that wit sarcastic tendency, with my experiencing life on the internet.  But too, I just have a great deal of experience with life and with people.  
 
On the internet especially, I have made the mistake sometimes in not knowing who I'm speaking to, or listening to.  Words are easy to come by.   It doesn't matter what I tell you.  Whether if I tell you I'm a poet, genius or idiot, you might make the mistake of believing it.  I've been to the mountain too, but I do not want that to overshadow anyone's truth.  
   
I listen to others, and where they’ve been.   Where they say they’ve been.  Sometimes they say it very passionately and in one piece.  And then……  
 
I don't disagree with your concepts.  If it’s just to voice your opinion that’s fine, it’s just me listening.   I don’t have a lot of time though.  But if you want to talk about something specific I would be glad to address it.  I like for people to know what I'm saying in a more honest sense.    
 
If you want to talk about god, okay let’s do it.  If you want to talk about science and relativity; poetry, journalism, jackasses, literature, or society, I’m game for it.   Don’t bombard me with bullshit and vagueness.    I can smell sincerity.   I assure you I can do quite the opposite.  
 
I express my heart in the totality I could never get it one piece.   This is where I’m at in writing.  I've gone through this stage; I have been here before.    
 
Are we Vulcans or are we Humans? That's a dumb question, JJ; obviously we're Mongolian idiots sitting on the side of the road, standard.  And someone will always be offended.  I have a goal though that I will not lose sight of.   It’s personal.   Writing isn't do or die with me.  It's just what I do.  I do love it however. Poetry isn't do or die with me, but it made me more alive nonetheless.  Writing and poetry does not take place of reality.  Although sometimes we wish.    
 
I'm 46 and I'm just graduating college next month with 2 degrees.  It's all I ever wanted it seems.  Do not congratulate me because I'm not stopping there as if it's an accomplishment.  It will never be good enough.  
 
I control my emotions, here, I have nothing to prove.

Mom:  She’s was the only woman I have ever had in my life.  My mother was not a strong person, but I loved her with all my heart.   I have always been a woman that has stood among men.  It is more important to me to show my children; my sons, that a woman can find her self-worth coming out of a toxic environment, than it is to come and perform.   I think with science and process. It is the only way that I can see straight.

Your mind is wonderful 😁

Your poetry is so peaceful, yet beautiful.

... :)  Thank you.

Through the door of awareness and awakening...

It's going to be an awesome springtime.. Thank you so much.  Have an excellent day.  :)

the garden is beginning to
put its face on..:)

It's beautiful and mild where I am.  There's a blossom fest going on.

Shimmering...

Thank you Hashman.  Today was a good day.. :)

Did you know that a shooting star is no more bigger than a grain of sand.  A tiny piece of dust traveling at a distance of about 100 km.  Its trail of light is only from friction upon entering the atmosphere.  That is a lot of energy seen at a distance in relation to the size of matter.  We're coming upon a good month to lay out and watch for them.

sparks of life sparkling


                   as such

Looks good. Thank you so much. :)