All this going on, everywhere, summed, unsummed, unavoidable, cosmic, chanced, the notes wrung every which way, cascading, blistering,
Reading, lying around, unsweetened tea, walking, daydreaming, Sunday afternoon movies, coffee, sandwiches, coming home under the streetlight cones,
The uncommitted morning, the planets in such and such orbits, like the potted flowers lining the windows, or in mischievous moments of transcendence walks right out into the sky themed with transience and beauty,
The August rain, the beans in a pot boiling for hours, the Black-eyed Susans in a mason jar on the table, Garbage by A R Ammons,
Facing the wind, in the stark posture of departing, a few lines committed to future stars and to what’s left of the rain, but mostly in the waltz of these determined steps.
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this is a very busy poem, Bob: a frenetic dance of matter; a vibrant, kinetic world; I like the mischievous moments of transcendence’ ; you may me want to read the Ammons book 🙂 phoning the library now —
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Thanks, John. I’m trying out some new approaches to writing. It might be a bit messy for a while. We’ll see where this leads. The Ammons is great read!
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‘messiness’ and its sibling ‘scrappiness’ have their virtues, Bob 🙂
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Haha! Yes, they do.
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As I look at this poem like a bird up above observing the scene down below, I see the two line paragraph followed by another two line paragraph and then another and so forth and then when I zoom into the details, I love that the words “transcendence” and “transience” share the same two line paragraph. It’s absolute medicine to my mind, a reminder that everything includes both feeling infinity and love and other times, feeling like a sow bug, all curled up and alone.
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Thanks Steve! I really like you reading of this, observing from above. And I agree about transcendence and transience, that oscillation, or dance, between the two. Sometimes it’s infinity, and sometimes its just a struggle to get through the day.
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This conjures so much. I especially like the last stanza. It’s a swing, a dance, through moods and visions.
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Thanks Worms! I agree, there is a dance between moods, good and bad, and visions.
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How is it indeed that all these things co-exist so effortlessly? Love all the details, especially the final stanza.
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Thanks Sunra! I’ve been trying to weave together all the big moments and little details.
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Wonderful! I am fond of the last stanza in particular. Your poetry is always refreshing to read.
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Than you so much!! That’s wonderful of you to say.
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Words, phrases and line breaks… each in its own way a step or series of dance steps, micro compositions. There is great music and rhythm throughout. I love that it comes into itself as a dance at the end. Especially like “Facing the wind, in the stark posture of departing” – wow, so powerful and cool.
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Thank you so much, Chris!!
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