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When Great Trees Fall When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed. ↗
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, nay more than married are. This flea is you and I, and this Our mariage bed and mariage temple is; Though parents grudge, and you, we are met, And cloisterd in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that, self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence? Wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now; ’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be: Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me, Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee. ↗
Terror" There is something About you That seems so young So trusting This is the part of you that I most love And the part of you that I am most frightened to hurt Do you think the German poets When speaking of the terror of love Meant the terror that comes From knowing We can be harmed Or from knowing We have the power to hurt Of these two terrors The second is the greater Humanity's deeper fear Perhaps it is so Even with Americans Who arm their leaders Not for fear of being destroyed But because in disarming them for a moment All the harm done would be exposed Leaving the people Limping home in shame Like Oedipus Who was haunted by mirrors The terror that comes From knowing you have the power to hurt This is the greater fear Perhaps this is why our dogs Can look into our eyes Unflinchingly With unconditional love It is not because they are too stupid to know that someday We may casually break their hearts But because they are wise enough to know that They will never break ours ↗
When you draw, you copy the world don't you? You remake it on paper, but it isn't the same. It's yours. No one else could have created it just like that. When I make poems, I use the words we all use, but the order and the sound create a new power. This wood is someone's creation. We stumble through it's tendrils, as if we're crawling through the synapses of his mind. ↗
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Overmodulation By Charlotte M Liebel-Fawls You're a cavity in my oasis, You're a porthole in my sea, You're a stretch of the imagination every time you look at me. You're an ocean in my wineglass, You're a Steinway on the beach, You're a captivating audience, an exciting Rembrandt, A Masterpiece. ↗
#imagination #love #masterpiece #oasis #ocean
won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed. ↗
#inspiration #life #national-poetry-month #poem-in-your-pocket-day #poetry
Scientific People, unscientific mind; why are we dividing the world which could shine? Between religion and science, all what matters is human lives. ↗
El Hombre y el Mar - XIV ¡Tú, por ser hombre libre, amarás siempre el mar! Porque, el mar es tu espejo: en él ves tu propia alma, el despliegue infinito de sus olas, tu espíritu no es abismo que tenga amarguras menores. Te complace el hundirte en lo que es como tú, y le besas los ojos y los brazos, y olvidas hasta el propio rumor que resuena en el pecho escuchando esa queja indomable y violenta. Ambos sois tenebrosos y discretos a un tiempo: hombre, nadie ha sondeado tus abismos, oh mar, nadie sabe qué son tus tesoros más íntimos. Defendéis uno y otro todos vuestros secretos. Y no obstante hace siglos incontables que estáis empeñados en lucha sin piedad y sin tregua. Hasta tal punto amáis la matanza y la muerte, luchadores eternos, implacables hermanos. ↗
Silence explains a lot of things. It tells us why people are who they not supposed to be. It's the fear of being afraid. It's because of their own safety. Sometimes it becomes an unexplainable feeling. It shows the insecureties, acceptation, love and vulnerability inside everyone of us. ↗
In fiction, the characters have their own lives. They may start as a gloss on the author’s life, but they move on from there. In poetry, especially confessional poetry but in other poetry as well, the poet is not writing characters so much as emotional truth wrapped in metaphor. Bam! Pow! A shot to the gut. ↗
