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Lo[tus]ve
Poetry is not a pressed blossom
hidden in a secretary’s cabinet
of envelopes sealed by Time.
The stanzas are after-Light
through the streaked window
of the Poet's atelier;
His thumbprint of ink
staining the rice paper
prepared overnight.
The Sumi-tipped bamboo
of kanji calligraphy hennas
the Shikishi board as
a Mistress’ ivory skin:
Empress Leizu readying
to meet the Yellow Emperor
of her Heart in a tea-stained
porcelain about her Chi.
The lost recognize in awe
the silken creation of her loom;
The ancient recurrence instills
Hope from uncleanliness
for the wanderer requesting
audience with the Poem:
Its woven tapestry emerging
visibly pure from mud.
~
hidden in a secretary’s cabinet
of envelopes sealed by Time.
The stanzas are after-Light
through the streaked window
of the Poet's atelier;
His thumbprint of ink
staining the rice paper
prepared overnight.
The Sumi-tipped bamboo
of kanji calligraphy hennas
the Shikishi board as
a Mistress’ ivory skin:
Empress Leizu readying
to meet the Yellow Emperor
of her Heart in a tea-stained
porcelain about her Chi.
The lost recognize in awe
the silken creation of her loom;
The ancient recurrence instills
Hope from uncleanliness
for the wanderer requesting
audience with the Poem:
Its woven tapestry emerging
visibly pure from mud.
~
Published 15th May 2017
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15th May 2017 2:15pm
I totally get this, think I've penned this myself not so eloquently
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15th May 2017 2:29pm
15th May 2017 3:47pm
Love the title... to start with...
The imagery in this one is so beautiful and while reading I already had the feeling it would end with mud or something similar. Poetry... from the darkness it rises! Great use of metaphor, Ahavati, thoroughly enjoyed this one!
The imagery in this one is so beautiful and while reading I already had the feeling it would end with mud or something similar. Poetry... from the darkness it rises! Great use of metaphor, Ahavati, thoroughly enjoyed this one!
Thank you, Mademoiselle Duende. I appreciate your time and thoughts.
Not sure if seeing it coming is a good thing or not; however, what else can you expect from a lotus?! Or, Poetry and/or Love ( if there's a difference ), for that matter?! :D They all lift us up where we belong. <3
Great! Now I've got that song from an "Officer and a Gentleman" on my mind! LOL!
Not sure if seeing it coming is a good thing or not; however, what else can you expect from a lotus?! Or, Poetry and/or Love ( if there's a difference ), for that matter?! :D They all lift us up where we belong. <3
Great! Now I've got that song from an "Officer and a Gentleman" on my mind! LOL!
Anonymous
15th May 2017 4:51pm
i was all up in Wikipedia's business for almost an hour, as everything in the poem was completely foreign to me. I don't get out of the house much.
Now, after all that, I read again and make a discovery.
The lotus flower likewise does not get out of the house very much. It stays and sways in the water, much like any plant does in the wind. Poetry is a product of environmental factors as much as poems are a product of our personal experiences in whatever environment we find ourselves in. Poems are the flowers. Poets are the fertile dirt. Some poets are full of shit, but I digress.
But that's not the discovery i was referring to.
This poem, Lo(tus)ve, lacks stability as if rooted in mud and swaying in water. It floats along from one stanza to another -
or better yet, one definition of poetry to another - but doesn't go anywhere and thus ends up where it began.
Now, after all that, I read again and make a discovery.
The lotus flower likewise does not get out of the house very much. It stays and sways in the water, much like any plant does in the wind. Poetry is a product of environmental factors as much as poems are a product of our personal experiences in whatever environment we find ourselves in. Poems are the flowers. Poets are the fertile dirt. Some poets are full of shit, but I digress.
But that's not the discovery i was referring to.
This poem, Lo(tus)ve, lacks stability as if rooted in mud and swaying in water. It floats along from one stanza to another -
or better yet, one definition of poetry to another - but doesn't go anywhere and thus ends up where it began.
First, you always seem to "get" the "essence" of my pieces ( whether you mean to or not ). This leaves me grasping for an adequate response because I'm always mind-blown at that ability. Just like the previous Rainbow Connection ( I mean sheesh ). I have to go sit outside for a moment and think, or transform into the worm and address something THEN go out to think .
Think, how can I answer this without talking about the poem? Which, as you know I dislike because I feel it interferes with the reader's personal interpretation. It's important to me that it's free of influence so that I can see/learn through their eyes. And I've done both here, because you've added even unto my own interpretation and intent. I mean how cool is that?
I would wonder how much of a pirate I'm evolving into; however, it would be I who digresses.
"i was all up in Wikipedia's business for almost an hour, as everything in the poem was completely foreign to me. I don't get out of the house much. Now, after all that, I read again and make a discovery. "
See, now THAT is an ultimate comment and testament to the power of Poetry to lead one on a journey of knowledgeable discovery ( wherein we always find a piece of ourselves waiting in such knowledge ).
"The lotus flower likewise does not get out of the house very much. It stays and sways in the water, much like any plant does in the wind."
...huzzah.
"Poetry is a product of environmental factors as much as poems are a product of our personal experiences in whatever environment we find ourselves in. Poems are the flowers. Poets are the fertile dirt. Some poets are full of shit, but I digress."
Look at YOU go! Do I smell a poem, *sniff sniff*
"But that's not the discovery i was referring to. This poem, Lo(tus)ve, lacks stability as if rooted in mud and swaying in water. It floats along from one stanza to another - or better yet, one definition of poetry to another - but doesn't go anywhere and thus ends up where it began."
Here's where I had a mind meltdown. But I don't want to say why publicly, because personal interpretation is vital to me. Thank you for the time you invested in this, Cap'n. It truly is appreciated.
You should grow some lotus in that farm pond'a yorn, bein' ya both don't get out much. Then write about what you experience when she waves at you in the wind.
Think, how can I answer this without talking about the poem? Which, as you know I dislike because I feel it interferes with the reader's personal interpretation. It's important to me that it's free of influence so that I can see/learn through their eyes. And I've done both here, because you've added even unto my own interpretation and intent. I mean how cool is that?
I would wonder how much of a pirate I'm evolving into; however, it would be I who digresses.
"i was all up in Wikipedia's business for almost an hour, as everything in the poem was completely foreign to me. I don't get out of the house much. Now, after all that, I read again and make a discovery. "
See, now THAT is an ultimate comment and testament to the power of Poetry to lead one on a journey of knowledgeable discovery ( wherein we always find a piece of ourselves waiting in such knowledge ).
"The lotus flower likewise does not get out of the house very much. It stays and sways in the water, much like any plant does in the wind."
...huzzah.
"Poetry is a product of environmental factors as much as poems are a product of our personal experiences in whatever environment we find ourselves in. Poems are the flowers. Poets are the fertile dirt. Some poets are full of shit, but I digress."
Look at YOU go! Do I smell a poem, *sniff sniff*
"But that's not the discovery i was referring to. This poem, Lo(tus)ve, lacks stability as if rooted in mud and swaying in water. It floats along from one stanza to another - or better yet, one definition of poetry to another - but doesn't go anywhere and thus ends up where it began."
Here's where I had a mind meltdown. But I don't want to say why publicly, because personal interpretation is vital to me. Thank you for the time you invested in this, Cap'n. It truly is appreciated.
You should grow some lotus in that farm pond'a yorn, bein' ya both don't get out much. Then write about what you experience when she waves at you in the wind.
Anonymous
- Edited 15th May 2017 7:06pm
15th May 2017 7:04pm
Getting to the essence of a poem is easier when it is authored by a poet who you know invests tons of conscious effort into it. Yes, I had to go the extra mile in doing research to achieve my interpretations. I gladly did it because I knew there would be a pay-off.
And if I'm going to raise anything in a pond, its going to be odd ducks.
And if I'm going to raise anything in a pond, its going to be odd ducks.
❤
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPh89PXs_Ls
o O Reading List!
I don't know whether to squeal or quack. :D
quack quack waddle waddle awl day lowng
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPh89PXs_Ls
o O Reading List!
I don't know whether to squeal or quack. :D
Anonymous
15th May 2017 8:17pm
i tried to let this one settle a while so i could [possibly] form a cohesive comment but... nope too many thoughts stirred.
i really am on mister blaze's train of thought except i contemplated padmasana & the symbolism thereof which (for me, at least) felt very symbiotic with your verses tho your imagery is further east than my mind wanted to travel.
i do so love this one vati, beauty blooms from mud
x's & o's
i really am on mister blaze's train of thought except i contemplated padmasana & the symbolism thereof which (for me, at least) felt very symbiotic with your verses tho your imagery is further east than my mind wanted to travel.
i do so love this one vati, beauty blooms from mud
x's & o's
Thank you, Katja. Mister Blaze is a good conductor. You'll find me wavin' from tha caboose, yellin' "Dis way for Poetreeeeeeee....."
I think how you related to it is exactly how it was intended for you, and that makes me happy. xo
I think how you related to it is exactly how it was intended for you, and that makes me happy. xo
15th May 2017 9:20pm
"The ancient recurrence instills
Hope from uncleanliness
for the wanderer requesting
audience with the Poem:" ...
... and your poem does just that exactly. (*sigh*) :)
Hope from uncleanliness
for the wanderer requesting
audience with the Poem:" ...
... and your poem does just that exactly. (*sigh*) :)
17th May 2017 6:42pm
15th May 2017 11:29pm
"Poetry is not a pressed blossom
hidden in a secretary’s cabinet
of envelopes sealed by Time..."
Ok, I'm gonna have to say...WOW...
I mean firstly, what a fantastic opening...
The entire piece was awesome but the beginning of this? Well damn... I'm feeling so 'jelly(ish)' lol...but I also need to add I disagree, sorta... it got me to thinking
But what if that's exactly what it is??
Like a flower that "blossomed" too
soon for it had not its audience yet
n then it curtained up n nested til it's probable discovery from "wisened eyes..."
At least it's my first thought on that lol
All in all, another deeply stirring spill of ink
my dear... :)
hidden in a secretary’s cabinet
of envelopes sealed by Time..."
Ok, I'm gonna have to say...WOW...
I mean firstly, what a fantastic opening...
The entire piece was awesome but the beginning of this? Well damn... I'm feeling so 'jelly(ish)' lol...but I also need to add I disagree, sorta... it got me to thinking
But what if that's exactly what it is??
Like a flower that "blossomed" too
soon for it had not its audience yet
n then it curtained up n nested til it's probable discovery from "wisened eyes..."
At least it's my first thought on that lol
All in all, another deeply stirring spill of ink
my dear... :)
17th May 2017 6:43pm
Thank you, PoetikOne. I really enjoyed your thoughts on this. They made me think, and I appreciate that very much.
17th May 2017 1:17pm
a lotus's lif ain't by no means rose[y], gotta not only deal with mud but live and rise above it- one o the oldest poems known to man- lotus rising outta mud, and i see mud and lotus everywhere, this comment marks one such place 'ere
17th May 2017 6:11pm
I've tried several times to give a definition of poetry / love / life, for me its a bit like throwing cow shit at the moon and hoping some of it sticks in a coherent form. Your first stanza is the most perfect I have read and the rest of the poem goes on to compliment it - the first stanza could easily stand alone, it is that good :-)
excellent ink :-)
excellent ink :-)
17th May 2017 6:37pm
Thank you, David! That's quite a comment, and I really appreciate it. As far as throwing cow shit at the moon; what do you think has fertilized it to produce the best Bleu Cheese ever?! I think maybe in Love it's the genuine effort and true intent that matters the most.
