Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them. But the Muse’s visits have outstripped my ability to keep pace with prose pieces so readers who prefer essays should peruse the archives of this site, which are replete with them. And midsummer is the season for poems and songs and sonnets and verses and ballads anyway.
i really like this poem. but sometimes criticism is good so i voiced mine but perhaps i misunderstood. i thought hte first ending so bereft love, to feel is all weve got. i thought it was saying something like, if we dont love then we´re stuck with feelings. i love this point but it seemed a little pedantic and anti-climactic. the new ending loses the meaning of the first or perhaps I was missing the point all along? anyway, i really admire your creative impulse and ive had a few poems in my quiver for the pasf few months that you are going to help me push out just by example!
Be careful up there in the roof my friend! Really could be slick with morning dew!!! Where do you live? We are in Fort Worth. Roofs way too hot to sit on. Lol! But I agree something about dawn is so precious. I have tried to write a few aubade poems myself because although it is the beginning of a new day sometimes you just want to linger in the night
Thank you, Holly. I’m in Alaska so we have the opposite problem. In fact, I had to finish my sonnet for today* inside cause it was a scant 47° up there and I was in shorts and a t-shirt.
And thank you for alerting of the danger ascending and descending rooftops. I did slip and abrade myself the other day, but it was a small price to pay and I would do it again in a heartbeat. But it did get met thinking about how we actually calculate or determine whether something is “worth it.” I think when somebody is in a state of depression, nothing seems worth it, and vice versa.
* it may undergo some revisions before it appears on Theoria-press but here is the draft I composed this morning:
I’VE let go what will, let come whatever may
so I no longer need to be afraid
I don’t need to keep the change today
for tomorrow’s debts I’ve already paid
I used to ride a ship upon the ocean
and sail a sea of glass beneath the sky
with wind that filled my sails with forward motion
Wow! I really like that! And feel honored that you shared it with me early!!! I went to Alaska on a tour in 1996 so beautiful! But I think it would be hard to live there. Texas is the opposite. I am searching for Middle Ground. I should write a poem about that because when I was young I could swing the pendulum to great extremes and never like the seeming inertia of the center but not that I am old ( I will be 65 - think Medicare- in July) I am seeing a wonderful calm and peace in the center.
It is expected for one to be more poetic in summer, and more literal in winter. The Initiate makes this clear, as seen herein. Nature Consciousness and Self Consciousness; the supreme justification.
this one was even more gripping. great work! last line was a little bit of a let down.
is it any better this way?
i really like this poem. but sometimes criticism is good so i voiced mine but perhaps i misunderstood. i thought hte first ending so bereft love, to feel is all weve got. i thought it was saying something like, if we dont love then we´re stuck with feelings. i love this point but it seemed a little pedantic and anti-climactic. the new ending loses the meaning of the first or perhaps I was missing the point all along? anyway, i really admire your creative impulse and ive had a few poems in my quiver for the pasf few months that you are going to help me push out just by example!
understood, thanks. maybe I’ll change it back because that is really what I meant.
die liebe ist kein gefühl! sie wird erprobt! so sagt wiggtenstein! one of my favorite quotes of his!
brilliant! thanks
ok! I’m going to work on it
Love to read your poetry friend and yes midsummer is the time!!! I seem to feel the change of seasons and cosmic shifts too it can be very unsettling
I’ve been climbing up on the rooftop to compose them in the virginal morning rays of sun, just after 5 o’clock in the morning
Be careful up there in the roof my friend! Really could be slick with morning dew!!! Where do you live? We are in Fort Worth. Roofs way too hot to sit on. Lol! But I agree something about dawn is so precious. I have tried to write a few aubade poems myself because although it is the beginning of a new day sometimes you just want to linger in the night
Thank you, Holly. I’m in Alaska so we have the opposite problem. In fact, I had to finish my sonnet for today* inside cause it was a scant 47° up there and I was in shorts and a t-shirt.
And thank you for alerting of the danger ascending and descending rooftops. I did slip and abrade myself the other day, but it was a small price to pay and I would do it again in a heartbeat. But it did get met thinking about how we actually calculate or determine whether something is “worth it.” I think when somebody is in a state of depression, nothing seems worth it, and vice versa.
* it may undergo some revisions before it appears on Theoria-press but here is the draft I composed this morning:
I’VE let go what will, let come whatever may
so I no longer need to be afraid
I don’t need to keep the change today
for tomorrow’s debts I’ve already paid
I used to ride a ship upon the ocean
and sail a sea of glass beneath the sky
with wind that filled my sails with forward motion
and bore along the boat that kept me dry
but then the sky was rent by bolts of thunder
of hammer-blows of wrathful gods reigned down
my ship an anvil clove by fire asunder
and I believed that I must surely drown
come and surge upon me raging tides of life
with waves that swell and break upon my back
bereave me, part my garments with a knife
with nothing left, there’s not one thing I lack
fire burns and water seeks to drown me
I am that fire, I am that raging sea
Wow! I really like that! And feel honored that you shared it with me early!!! I went to Alaska on a tour in 1996 so beautiful! But I think it would be hard to live there. Texas is the opposite. I am searching for Middle Ground. I should write a poem about that because when I was young I could swing the pendulum to great extremes and never like the seeming inertia of the center but not that I am old ( I will be 65 - think Medicare- in July) I am seeing a wonderful calm and peace in the center.
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It is expected for one to be more poetic in summer, and more literal in winter. The Initiate makes this clear, as seen herein. Nature Consciousness and Self Consciousness; the supreme justification.
In other words, artistic expressions are above criticism, and verified with the inspiration intact.