On a trembling Sunday.
On a trembling Sunday.
On a trembling Sunday
On my white plastic
Solitary chair
Like a dog
I warm myself
In the morning Sun
Red pebbled sand
Sky-blue-view
And a void trembles
A gentle push
Of a cool Spring breeze
Atop a tuft
Of balding grass
And the smallest of ants
Twinkle-toes that sandy red
And stops
To view a huge monolith;
My sunburnt pebble
And a void trembles
A distant pump
Thumps into my now,
On a white plastic chair
Solitary dog
Sun’s himself in
Ant-thoughts
And burnt pebbles
And the Void trembling.
Mat James.
On my white plastic
Solitary chair
Like a dog
I warm myself
In the morning Sun
Red pebbled sand
Sky-blue-view
And a void trembles
A gentle push
Of a cool Spring breeze
Atop a tuft
Of balding grass
And the smallest of ants
Twinkle-toes that sandy red
And stops
To view a huge monolith;
My sunburnt pebble
And a void trembles
A distant pump
Thumps into my now,
On a white plastic chair
Solitary dog
Sun’s himself in
Ant-thoughts
And burnt pebbles
And the Void trembling.
Mat James.
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
Re: On a trembling Sunday.
It sounds like a peaceful Sunday Mat. I've always enjoyed watching ants, they're such interesting little creatures.
I'm not sure of what you mean by void, (perhaps the greater universe ... fathoming the big and the small together)
but it's okay that I don't really get that aspect of it - what I take from your poem is the excellent image and sense
of calm and wonder.
I'm not sure of what you mean by void, (perhaps the greater universe ... fathoming the big and the small together)
but it's okay that I don't really get that aspect of it - what I take from your poem is the excellent image and sense
of calm and wonder.
Re: On a trembling Sunday.
Thanks Cate; I think you more than less got what I was more or less on about
MatbbgJ
MatbbgJ
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
Re: On a trembling Sunday.
Hi Mat,
I like the poem. Reads to me as an encapsulation of moments-in-time of being present for the external disturbed a bit
by an intrusion of less than peaceful internal experience. Your poem brought this song to mind:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxpTZYIbE6g. Of the two Sunday experiences, I'd probably opt for the one
(the way I perceive it to be) expressed in your poem.
I like the poem. Reads to me as an encapsulation of moments-in-time of being present for the external disturbed a bit
by an intrusion of less than peaceful internal experience. Your poem brought this song to mind:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxpTZYIbE6g. Of the two Sunday experiences, I'd probably opt for the one
(the way I perceive it to be) expressed in your poem.
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Re: On a trembling Sunday.
Time.
Your (our) drift into a pause in the Sunlight, seeing that which is seldom thought of, let alone watched, brings an awareness that your pause, will be a day's life for an ant, but a nanosecond for an eternal pebble. Relatively speaking.
Your (our) drift into a pause in the Sunlight, seeing that which is seldom thought of, let alone watched, brings an awareness that your pause, will be a day's life for an ant, but a nanosecond for an eternal pebble. Relatively speaking.
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.
Re: On a trembling Sunday.
Don't look so puzzled Byron; that comment of yours makes perfect sense to me;
...and it is, as Steven says, "... moments-in-time of being present for the external ..."
and, "drift into a pause in the Sunlight" ; wow Byron, that is such a poetic comment/response!
I am delighted that you three (Cate, Steven and Byron) ventured or drifted into that pause; into that voidal "present" in the Sunlight with me.
I am re-reading a chapter (one page) of "A Book Of Five Rings" by Myamoto Musashi. The chapter is th last page in the book, entitled, "The Book Of The Void".
I have been re-reading and pondering it and its meaning for the last month. So no doubt, it affected my choice of words in this little poem of mine. I am beginning to understand and maybe even comprehend the eastern concept of "Void", thanks to Myamoto's writing (and my own innate propensity to daydream).
It is such an uncluttered space
or, as you 3 put it;
'...a moment in time... a pause in the sunlight ...of calm and wonder'.
Thanks for being there, so unclutteringly
MatbellybuttongazerJ
...and it is, as Steven says, "... moments-in-time of being present for the external ..."
and, "drift into a pause in the Sunlight" ; wow Byron, that is such a poetic comment/response!
I am delighted that you three (Cate, Steven and Byron) ventured or drifted into that pause; into that voidal "present" in the Sunlight with me.
I am re-reading a chapter (one page) of "A Book Of Five Rings" by Myamoto Musashi. The chapter is th last page in the book, entitled, "The Book Of The Void".
I have been re-reading and pondering it and its meaning for the last month. So no doubt, it affected my choice of words in this little poem of mine. I am beginning to understand and maybe even comprehend the eastern concept of "Void", thanks to Myamoto's writing (and my own innate propensity to daydream).
It is such an uncluttered space
or, as you 3 put it;
'...a moment in time... a pause in the sunlight ...of calm and wonder'.
Thanks for being there, so unclutteringly
MatbellybuttongazerJ
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
Re: On a trembling Sunday.
I was visiting a bookstore in New Delhi, Jan 2020 and stumbled upon a different translation (Thomas Cleary) of Musashi's book, A book of 5 rings...it said "buy me"; so I did...and how different, superior, clearer the translation was!
...rings are "scrolls"..
void means "no obscurity",
clarity of thought
clarity of...what to do...
function to form
action and result in one clear stroke
of the sword
or pen
or brush
"...there the dance is." (T.S. Eliot).
"Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle!" (G. M. Hopkins)
...so THAT'S the void...
when and where potential and action
"buckle"......as in belt-buckle...and tremble...
l
My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird
It is remeniscent of Geoffrey's pencil to paper sketches...
...function to form
no obscurity
MatbellybgazerJ
...rings are "scrolls"..
void means "no obscurity",
clarity of thought
clarity of...what to do...
function to form
action and result in one clear stroke
of the sword
or pen
or brush
"...there the dance is." (T.S. Eliot).
"Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle!" (G. M. Hopkins)
...so THAT'S the void...
when and where potential and action
"buckle"......as in belt-buckle...and tremble...
l
My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird
It is remeniscent of Geoffrey's pencil to paper sketches...
...function to form
no obscurity
MatbellybgazerJ
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
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Re: On a trembling Sunday.
David Tremble and Bloody Sunday.
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Re: On a trembling Sunday.
On a tempting Sundae, I like a cherry and some genuine artificial whipped cream
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Re: On a trembling Sunday.
"...genuine, artful, whipped-cream..."
What a beautiful response from you, solongL....completely void of obscurity.
xxx
MatbbgJ
What a beautiful response from you, solongL....completely void of obscurity.
xxx
MatbbgJ
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Re: On a trembling Sunday.
For the attention of Osteopath
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