On Wed, Jan 19, 2011 at 9:24 AM, Douglas Barbour
<[log in to unmask]>wrote:
> There's something powerful going on here, Sharon, yet I feel that it would
> be even more so if edited down (the final four stanzas work best for me).
>
>
Thanks, Douglas. I'm thinking about this.
> Doug
> On 2011-01-19, at 8:34 AM, sharon brogan wrote:
>
> > Up in the dark, white
> > ground, snow. You are here.
> > This is all there is. You
> > do not have to deny what you are.
> >
> > Rain still falls from your dream.
> > Simulacra of old acquaintance
> > slip past familiar corners.
> >
> > This is not from scripture.
> > Do not flay your own back.
> >
> > You follow this arrow
> > in the only direction
> > you can go. Choose
> > what you will.
> >
> > Love what you love.
> > You’ve been here before,
> > this day, yesterday, the next,
> > just around a dark corner.
> >
> > Live in the world in which
> > you find yourself, mountains,
> > the sea, your own inner landscapes.
> >
> > Sliding on ice,
> > unsteady, uncertain,
> > no arm to hold to but your own.
> >
> > This planet, this land, this water,
> > they roll under you, through you.
> >
> > How is it the sky fades
> > from dark to dawn?
> > But fade it does, again and again.
> >
> > This is your home.
> > It is what you make it.
> > Build it in your mind.
> >
> > And again you rise into it,
> > unfinished, unfamiliar, strange
> > to yourself in wakefulness.
> >
> > Brilliance in the dark,
> > subtlety in light,
> > nothing is as it seems.
> >
> > Speak clearly. Say to yourself:
> > this is mine, this is me.
> >
> >
> > --
> > sharon brogan
> > http://www.sbpoet.com
> > http://www.sbpoet.net
> > http://smallpoems.sbpoet.net
> > 406.578.1788
> >
>
> Douglas Barbour
> [log in to unmask]
>
> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/ <http://www.ualberta.ca/%7Edbarbour/>
> http://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/
>
> Latest books:
> Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
> Wednesdays'
>
> http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.html
>
> Language has unmistakably made plain that memory is not an instrument for
> exploring the past but its theater. It is the medium of past experience,
> just as the earth is the medium in which dead cities lie buried.
>
> Walter Benjamin
>
--
sharon brogan
http://www.sbpoet.com
http://www.sbpoet.net
http://smallpoems.sbpoet.net
406.578.1788
|