Sunday, June 7, 2015

June 7 -- Finding Comfort in Nature


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  1. MONUMENT

    On the seventh day we rested
    At the peak, the very precipice of youth that it became,
    Two thousand feet above the valley floor,
    So far above the trees the ozone made them blue.

    Had I flung myself that day into the sky,
    Elided years of degradation,
    All traded for ecstatic peace and terror,
    One long eternal pause of freedom and certainty

    My could-have-been.

    I still exist
    Back there standing on that knife of stone. Powerful,

    But robbed of these electric images.



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    1. I love the sadness in this poem. Beautiful. I love "So far above the trees, the ozone made them blue."

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    2. A great triumphal poem .. achievement, realization (peace and terror) and acceptance "I still exist"

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    3. You know, I didn't notice before the Biblical reference right at the beginning. Just reread it. Fantastic.

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  2. Gem of the Grand Canyon

    In the Native American Reservation
    of the Supai Tribe in the gem of the canyons
    of the Grand Canyon in nearby Arizona
    I saw a sedimentary rock formation
    and climbed inside as I was sitting listening
    to the waterfall crashing down with its power
    making a soft deafening sound to the senses
    The perch looked over a blue pond where water falls
    from twenty feet cascading to where the river
    turns from a placid running stream to a white rush
    making a whispering mist to sheen over me
    I meditated on the beautiful serene
    creation of natural rock and soothing sound
    It was a place to capture the tranquility
    of nature and the forces of the Creator

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  3. Great poem man. I would love to find that spot!

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  4. I wasn’t aware I was “earthing” as a child,
    that connecting electrically with the earth
    would improve my immune system, or aid
    in the rapid healing of injuries, although I
    did have plenty of skinned knees and
    they did seem to heal pretty quick.

    I wasn’t aware that “grounding” was a thing,
    that it is a connection we make voluntarily
    with the earth that carries information, and
    it could improve blood circulation, or reduce
    stress, although my childhood summers were
    lived mostly out of doors playing until dusk.

    I wasn’t aware that cells in our body are unable
    to balance the positive charge without connecting
    to the earth’s negatively charged free electrons.
    I wasn’t aware of any of the health benefits, or
    new age scientific breakthroughs waiting to be
    discovered. When I was young, I loved
    to be barefoot

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    1. This is both instructive and poetic and it gets us into that kid's point of view.

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  5. Foot Hill Drive

    There was a road that took you to the end of town
    where the houses at right up against the mountain
    where the sycamore trees were thick and protective
    where I could reach up and touch Heaven's floor

    There was a road that took you to the end of town
    where the steep hills rivaled anything traveled in Frisco
    where the sidewalks were lifted from ancient roots
    where I could smell the source of spring

    There was a road that took you to the end of town
    where the curves were more sexy than Marilyn's hips
    where the mountain lions could sneak into town unnoticed
    where I could see how the wild world lived

    There was a road that took you to the end of town
    where wildflowers sprung up in back yards
    where Orioles and hummingbirds danced in the shade
    where I could hear what the wind was whispering

    There was a road that took you to the end of town
    where vintage orange trees would burst with fruit
    where bees would gather the best rose pollen
    where I could, if for only a moment, taste paradise

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    1. Molly, that's really really strong. I love the way you use repetition here. You really develop that emotion!

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    2. A lot of great imagery here Molly. I feel like I have also been on that road

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  6. I really like this. For one because I spent half my teenage years driving this road or one like it. That refrain is very effective in creating nostalgia and the imagery is very powerful. Touch heaven's floor? Smell the source of spring? What the what? Awesome.

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    1. You have no idea how much your comments mean to me. That place was magic for me growing up. I'm so glad I was able to share it with you

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  7. Palm Springs, Afternoons

    relaxed from
    swimming
    all day

    tennies
    jeans
    sweatshirt

    walk through
    the desert
    windblown

    no real
    destination
    in mind

    pause, feel
    the setting sun
    on my face

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    1. That's great. At the end, nature is reflected in you.

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  8. The Color Tan

    Visiting my brother's house was fun but a little nerve-wracking.
    Beavis and Butthead on the small TV terrorized, amused and seduced me all at the same time.
    Strange.
    Gotta take a break, take a walk.
    The kind wind refreshed me as I shut the door behind me, hearing click and feeling elated.
    For what? I didnt know then.
    As I walked I felt as though something were about to happen.
    I was wearing a tan shirt, tan pants and the dirt along the sides of the street were tan. So were the shrubs, ans trees.
    I felt so soothed, like a baby getting her back caressed.
    The way everything meshed allowed me to see the world through a type of filter was exhilarating in a very tranquil way.
    I don't know if I've ever felt that calm before or after.

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  9. Offseason
    is the best time on this island, this dappled brown house, the long
    grassy yard that slips into the sea; we walk the empty lots
    Find an inland pond, hear the honk of swans. Surprise! They are so
    Unlovely when they talk. But then they glide by us perfect
    We stop to watch them through the reeds. Then walk slowly. Following.

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  10. Offseason
    is the best time on this island, this dappled brown house, the long
    grassy yard that slips into the sea; we walk the empty lots
    Find an inland pond, hear the honk of swans. Surprise! They are so
    Unlovely when they talk. But then they glide by us perfect
    We stop to watch them through the reeds. Then walk slowly. Following.

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