Patterns
For one who moves in uncertainty, this
flower, the petals of which
gently fade, as if reason
is found in the decline of beauty
and its comforts.
But all you touch remains
touched. If silence reveals the body
of music, what can be said of darkness? Words
appear motionless until they blossom, a
pattern seldom seen yet carried to us in
all manner of conveyance. Listen,
for there is no purer voice.
Let the earth speak.
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“Patterns” first appeared here in March, 2015. I wrote it 30-some years ago, placed it in a folder and promptly forgot it.
And let the sky listen. I love this poem…just love how it moves in a perfect arch.
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Thanks, Heather. Oh, the sky. It must be included, too!
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Was it exactly this 30 years ago or did you polish it up before sharing?
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This is as it was. I see several places that could use tinkering, but the guy who wrote this lo those many years ago was just coming into his own as a poet, and I felt I should let it stand.
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I like it even more.
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Bioman and commented:
This guy does it over and over again
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Thanks for reblogging this, Bruce. Much appreciated.
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I guess it is a risk you have to take Robert, playing as well as you do. You are welcome. Thanks for all your freakin’ stuff!
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Thanks, B. You’ve made my day.
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Yeah, Mrs. Nature has away of revealing miracles.
chris
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We just have to look…
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Damn, she always slapping my in the face..
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I get that a lot, too.
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Yes — “Let the earth speak”. Please.
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And then we must hear it.
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Thank heaven it was resurrected from folder limbo, it’s beautiful. What is that bottom photo? At first I thought it was Krptos but it’s not.
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Thanks, Angela. I have no idea what the photo is. It “clicked” when I saw it, and I was compelled to use it with this poem.
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It fits certainly
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This is wonderful.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful in its simplicity and meaning…
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Thanks, Linda. It took me a long time to discover that the simple is often more powerful than the complex.
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This reminds me of my son, who has high functioning autism. He is a listener, a perceiver of the world’s glossed-over details, who has enriched my existence beyond measure. The sentiment that would best capture who my son is and the language he speaks on behalf of the natural world is “There is no purer voice.”
Thanks for this. It really touches my heart.
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I’m so pleased this touched you, Stephanie. Listeners are distressingly difficult to find.
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Boy do I hear you…
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A lovely poem and a great find.
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Thank you very much.
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I am glad you still have it! So many things I have written are gone. I don’t know where or when or how, and I can’t recreate them now, so I am happy you don’t have to do that.
I liked the feel of this, and the thoughts it provoked. Thank you.
Denise
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Thanks, Denise. I’ve lost a number of written pieces over the years, so I know how you feel. This was a bonus, as I’d forgotten it existed. I’m so pleased it resonated with you!
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And thank heavens you did not lose this poem 😊Really enjoyed reading this poem.
Camilla
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Thank you, Camilla. So glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re welcome! 😊
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wonderful gift
to the earth,
revisited 🙂
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Thank you!
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Isn’t it wonderful to find a treasure from the past – seems you have been eloquent for some time.
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Well, I wrote an inordinate amount of crap back then. But at least I wrote an inordinate amount. 🙂
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ha ha – an affliction we all suffer from – inordinate amounts of crap
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I like to think that I’ve managed to reduce that part of my creative output, but who knows? 🙂
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I am glad you found it and posted it here. This reminded me of Kobayashi’s poetry. I am saving this because I’d like to read it many times.
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Thanks very much. Issa is one of my favorites!
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There is a beautiful texture and depth to your thoughts in this poem. Many thanks for sharing it.
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Thank you for reading it!
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beautiful piece of writing. and the photo, as well.
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Thank you. The photos are from morguefile.com.
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I find echoes of “Ars Poetica.”
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Hmm. I hadn’t considered that…
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Two ears listen more ,one mouth speak less
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At least one hopes that is the case.
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Wow! You were a child prodigy!
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Ha! I like to think of myself as “seasoned,” but a friend insists that no, I’m just old…
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Thank you for this poem, it speaks to me – I am glad it didn’t stay in your folder and can be seen now in its origin!
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I’m very pleased to have found it. Thank you for reading!
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This is beautiful. And I have resurrected a some very old work lately, too. It’s interesting to see what excited some passion all those years ago.
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Thank you, Karen. It is indeed interesting to view the past in this manner.
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I am glad you found it and published, else a beautiful piece of poetry would not have reached to us.😇
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You are very kind. Thank you.
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Reblogged this on Rebloger and commented:
Wow
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