Threes
Difficulties arrive in waves,
lending weight to the theory of threes,
the plunging fund, a failed engagement, the self’s
doubt, all combined to inflict the particular
misery of the ongoing, the continued, inelegant fate
that declares us human. Look,
she says, the hummingbird flits from leaf to
flower, its wings beating 58 times a second,
a fact not to be trifled with, for what may we duplicate,
contemplate, even, at that pace?
Say the hedge gets clipped, the ring whirs off the finger
and back to the jeweler, and all you know for certain
is that you don’t know. There is no why, no how. No
way. Or life’s reel unwinds and plays only in
reverse. Where do you stop and splice it, forming new,
uncharted worries? And what about that damned
bird, buzzing around your head in territorial fury? Yes,
yes, I know. These things are not my concern. Not really.
But they arrive in unending repetition, one after
the other, in clumps of three – lovely, lonely,
triple-threaded lines of vicissitude lapping at our ankles,
saying nothing, saying everything, saying it used to be so easy.
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Originally published in Eclectica in July 2014, and first appeared on this blog in July 2015.
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You are always so kind, Vanessa. Thank you!
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Saynotoclowns took my words. Like isn’t strong enough.
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Thanks, as always, Leslie. 😊
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I love how you say this from ‘Difficulties arrive in waves’ to ‘triple-threaded lines of vicissitude lapping at our ankles,’ …
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Thanks very much, Janice.
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if a hummingbird beat its wings at 56 beats per minute, would a tree fall down?
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Only if you were there to witness it, Bruce. 😃
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I ALWAYS bring an audience Robert!
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Then we’re good to go!
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Glad you post in the morning otherwise there’s no time for restful slumber, thank, great write ☺️
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Ha! Thanks very much.
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Wonderful images here. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Anthony. Much appreciated.
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I think many of us can identify with this.
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Concerning… “…saying it used to be so easy.”
Dismissing the complexities of another time is possible with hindsight, but that “particular / misery of the ongoing, the continued, inelegant fate / that declares us human” demands our focus, outweighing past concerns.
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In hindsight, so much was easy, and what was difficult seems less so each year. It’s almost a nostalgic mindset.
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One of my new favorites of yours. Though I wish it ended one stanza earlier.
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Thanks, Robert. Can you explain where you’d prefer it ended? I’m forever curious about these things. 🙂
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I was hoping it would end with “-lovely, lonely.” It’s very beautiful the way the narrator acknowledges that these “things are not my concern” yet they arrive in repetition, in threes again, despite his resistance. So he accepts it without comment, except that it’s “lovely, lonely,” whereas the final stanza tries to define what it is.
Also, the sound of the second-to-last stanza seems to capture something about the movement of waves, and it ties the metaphor up nicely. The final stanza, “triple-threaded lines of vicissitude” has a different sound than the rest of the poem. Maybe more intellectualized? I’m not entirely sure, but it does sound different.
But I like it regardless. It’s wonderful.
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Yeah, the final stanza is almost a summing-up of the poem, which I generally try to avoid. If I were to revise it I’d likely delete “triple-threaded lines of vicissitude,” which adds nothing to the imagery, and keep the rest (or at least consider keeping it). Thanks very much for your comment and response. Much appreciated!
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A beauty, Bob.
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Thank you, Cate.
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Billy Boster this one Bob. It reminds me of something Alan Watts says in one of his talks, that reality is actually moving by at such a pace it gives the illusion of solidity, when it is actually motion.
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I’ve noticed, in retrospect, that what once seemed stillness now zooms along.
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Maybe pure reality catches up on you.
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Catches up, passes by.
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Yes this is amazing work…found it very true….somethings do happen in three.
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Thanks very much!
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You are welcome…take care.
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Yes!
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Thank you!
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This was a saying of my mother. She often talked of things happening in threes. Don’t know where the three comes from but it is interesting. Thank you!
Dwight
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You’re welcome, Dwight! I feel that I should know the origin of that saying, but I don’t. Something else to learn!
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