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Poem: Nature’s Heartache

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The following was written as a response poem in opposites to this earlier poem, A Day in the Country. I suppose I could’ve titled this one “Twilight in the City” but it just felt like it was such a heartfelt cry of woe from the standpoint of the natural environment.

Space Needletwilight in the city
attendant to the mingling common
a certainty of disenchantment
frigid waste of dusk
the insignificance
the confusion
the familiarity of milling downtown
a civilized behaved seriousness
possessed of costume
an autumn drought is
an uncharged corruption
loosened over granite
asphalt, a numbing cradle
soulful inertia
discharged in concrete
intellectual chill
distastefully troubled by
the hot failure of
the stagnant breath
the blind and sulky silence
of the city
each crowd indefinite
obliged and foul

Poem: Nature is medicinal

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The lefthand side is a cento (collage poem) made from phrases in Emerson’s essay, “Nature.”  The righthand side is an overflow and reaction to the cento that I pieced together using Google’s search function as the source for words/ideas.  This can be read in three different ways.  The left side as a poem of its own, the right side as a poem of its own, and both together (alternately) as a poem together.  Would love to hear if this format is interesting at all.  Just messing around.  🙂

Nature is Medicinal

by Debi

 

nature is medicinal

[the healing properties of amethyst quartz]

the air is a cordial of incredible virtue

                [cordially invite you to the dance of reality

                where virtues and vices play acoustically]

let him look at the stars

                [look to the stars not your feet]

the tinge of an unusual sky

                [bloody streaks with diamonds]

like a new soul, they renew the body

                [not an old soul in a young body

but vigor reinvigorated]

we are never tired

                [no longer tired of being alone, tired of life,

of waiting]

so long as we can see far enough

                [the horizon is always at eye level]

Memories Happen Without Warning

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“Memories Happen Without Warning”
Ransom Note Poem + Collage
by Debi

Memories happen fine dots

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“Memories Happen Without Warning”
by Debi

A New Morning

Can change YOUR future

into a Simple Beautiful Place

when you focus your gaze and soul & time

on what really matters.

MEMORIES HAPPEN WITHOUT WARNING!

Delicately explore

the agony and joy

of being human.

All around us is BEAUTY

SO SUBLIME.

A new way of living

will open …

IT’S NOT TOO LATE!

Make every day count.

Poem: Our land

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wildfire_t670

the fire burned
burnt burns still burning

meanwhile

memories

vanish vanishes still vanishing
in the ash, in the dust

our view now charcoal

(should we use charcoal to draw landscapes?)

the firestorm
eaten eats still eating:

dreams
hopes
loves
lives
forests
fauna

can we ever
own

the land? hills? meadows? trees? creek?

the wildfire
sparked sparks still sparking

and
then

and then

i  t  ’  s

g  o  n   e

Poem: A Lover

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Cento (collage poem)
Source Text: Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I am a lover

of uncontained and immortal beauty.

I expand

and live in the warm day

like corn and melons.

The active enchantment

reaches my dust.

All parts of nature conspire.

They nod to me, and I to them.

In the woods, a perpetual youth

is new to me and old.

A wild delight runs through

the best moments of life.

Poem: The Game is to Listen

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Cento (collage poem)
Source Text: The Sense of Wonder by Rachel Carson

the game is to listen
becoming receptive to what lies around you
sound that is felt almost more than heard
the fairy chiming comes
tiny wisps of sound
so ethereal, so delicate, so otherworldly

in the dawn chorus one hears the throb of life itself
the voices of living things
rhythmic and insistent
so fresh and alive
the sound of the insect orchestra
the wild medley of voices
the repeated refrains of nature

a monotonous night chant
swells and throbs night after night
from darkness to darkness
the chorus picks up volume
listen to the wind
the song of the wind
the insistent wind
it blows with majestic voice
a many-voiced chorus

the majestic sound of thunder, the winds,
the sound of surf or flowing streams
the vast roaring ocean
a fierce rhythm
recognition of something
beyond the boundaries of human existence
where great and elemental things prevailed

Poem: Learning a love of nature

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Cento (collage poem)

Source Text: The Outdoor Life of Children

The child who sees

his mother

with reverent touch

lift an early snowdrop to her lips

learns a higher lesson

than the “print-books”

can teach

Poem: A Stray Sense of Comedy

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Cento (collage poem)
Source Text:  The Midnight, by Susan Howe

The jester walked in the garden

with his luggage on his back.

A stray sense of comedy.

He particularly enjoyed the edges of woods,

neglected stretches of cucumbers,

the cat and spilled flowers.

The garden had fallen still—

A fine and flawlessly pastoral retreat.

Poem: Come Away

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Cento (collage poem)
Source Text:  The Midnight, by Susan Howe

Come away,

Away children.

This is a space

children used to play.

A pirate … a soldier …

a guide in the Adirondack wilderness.

Come away—

This way,

this way.