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dr_con

Dear Absence

 

All my altar stuff packed away

books are sold and furnishings

discarded

 

I wonder

Do you miss me?

 

The world has become animate

filling slowly with a palpable presence

the illusions of American exceptionalism

have worn thin and through this gaudy

gauze the mercenary simulation

I begin to glimpse what might

have been amid sparse

winter snows

 

their lack a warning

I heard the chorus

of birds aligned

in cacophony

 

a deafening presence

It stops

 

And in echoing stillness

discarded ideas

hope and faith

 

the undeniability of beauty

roost comfortably in my limbs

All those crowded paths

lead somewhere

once more.


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fdelano

How doc got his groove back. Reflections that are rare--and well-presented.

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dcmarti1

"Dispersed in euphony" just would not work, but your

 

"birds aligned in cacophony"

 

Does work! Wickedly inventive. :biggrin:

 

And for truth being in the silence, "roosting comfortably" as you wrote, almost Biblical - in a GOOD way.

 

Oh, and the rest is, as Maestro F. Delano said, well presented and reflective.

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badger11

All my altar stuff packed away

books are sold and furnishings

discarded

 

I wonder

Do you miss me?

 

After all these years I still get hooked by your opening lines Dr, C.

 

badge

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dr_con

Badge, me too! Meaning its usually the opening line that pulls me to the keyboard- Thanks

Thanks DcMartin- I'm glad you something worthy of note;-)

And fdelano- Why thank you, we'll see if the groove is back- Too much in this whirlwind of time;-)

 

I sincerely appreciate the feedback...

 

DC&J


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jainrohit

All my altar stuff packed away

books are sold and furnishings

discarded

 

I wonder

Do you miss me?

 

Wonderful ........ The thought of one's stature and presence goes away with death

 

Man has tried a lot to conquer everything but has not been sucessful in tackling death

 

 

 

 

 

a deafening presence

It stops

 

And in roaring silence

discarded ideas

hope and faith

 

the undeniability of beauty

roost comfortably in my limb

 

Another beauty of a expression . Loved reading this !

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Benjamin

Accessible... relevent and enjoyed. B

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tonyv

I agree with what has already been said by the others. I'll add that the poem draws interesting parallels, as if personal and political history are in line with each other.

 

Tony


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dr_con

Thanks Jain, Benjamin & Tony. Appreciate the feedback. And yes the etymology of political comes from Poli- or people- of the peole so in a real sense political and personal (at least for me) are 2 sides of the same thing;-)

 

 

I appreciate the feedback all!

 

Juris


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Frank E Gibbard

I thought initially the Pope inhabited this peace, boy I'm not on too much meds am I? Possibly no sorry to diverge.

Arresting stuff as ever DC and readable on so many levels, deep not sure all fathomed by this obtuse Frank.

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David W. Parsley

Hey doc, this poem bears your unmistakable movement and cadence, balance of idea progression and return, the wealth of ideas and language. Can a persisting fan request a more original turn than 'roaring silence'? I really like the sense of surprised renewal that the narrator's 'limbs' could after all, host the ideas thought 'discarded' for good. It reminds me a little of Paco's similar theme toward the end of "Passover". I have experienced the sensation, but not sure I have ever captured it the way you do here. Only in a poem!

 

Thanks,

- Dave

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dr_con

Thanks David!

 

Yes it stuck in my craw @ the time. And enough time has past thatI was able to edit. Thank you for bringing it back to me attention! much appreciation and Paco's piece is lovely!

 

 

Con/Jur/D


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Tinker

Hi DC, I am glad this came back up to the top because I missed it the first time around and I think this is one of my favorite of yours. I can only echo what others hae said, first lines are a grabber , loved

I heard the chorus

of birds aligned

in cacophony

and I especially liked your last ines

All those crowded paths

lead somewhere

once more.

 

I enjoyed this read. Thanks

 

~~Tink


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dr_con

thank You tinker! Hows the poem a day going?

 

Juris


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