dr_con Posted July 27, 2010 Share Posted July 27, 2010 The Vessel Remembering that we have forgotten the purple blossomed acacia slaps me from three blocks away the psychoactive alkaloids laugh vigorously at my-our us-it An impossible poem to write defying form and intention an empty vessel pouring its contents in structure two broken windows repaired by lenses can’t read signs at a distance threatening always to fall over-the ground a psychopomp supporting presumptive truths like the smell of summer or sage at high noon a blank sky shade no-where found and a single thought We are that and the rest is this ship rocking silently in sight of illusory shores. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RHommel Posted July 28, 2010 Share Posted July 28, 2010 two broken windowsrepaired by lenses I like this part especially, what a great illustration. I also like the reference to form and the shape the words make on the page... like a fountain vessel. Very nice work. ~Rachel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted July 28, 2010 Share Posted July 28, 2010 Wow, Dr.Con. This is an amazing poem. I think poem it's something different than the rest of your poems, with its tone and sense. But at the same time, reminds me on your older poems with its visual effect and construction. I like the clear expressions and the soft sound that this poem provides. Thank you for sharing. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted July 28, 2010 Author Share Posted July 28, 2010 Thank You Aleks and Rachel have been off adventuring so I'm glad you enjoyed my return to the series... DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted July 28, 2010 Share Posted July 28, 2010 Like that notion of a poem that defies the poet's intention! Now that is familiar badge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted July 29, 2010 Share Posted July 29, 2010 Amazing poem Juris. Your to clever forme. This is awesome. As much as I write about the subject of love held and painful separation I do visit other subjects occasionally going back to your new series this follows in line from the last in this series which means I will have to dig it up and see what i wrote and if I made any remarks. Juris, your poetry is very complex and deep in symbolism of what you have learned in your experiences and is so well crafted if i could write like an other person it would be you. You have allot of under standing with the values you have faith in I admire that quality and the quality in you. wow. victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted July 29, 2010 Share Posted July 29, 2010 You are very creative, Dr_Con. There are lots to like here. The opening line "Remembering...forgotten", what a paradox! So is this line "an empty vessel pouring /its contents ". I can't help smiling at "my-our us-it ". "two broken windows/repaired by lenses" - Great line. Much enjoyed. Lake Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted July 29, 2010 Author Share Posted July 29, 2010 Victor, Lake and Badge- I am deeply gratified by your responses and as always truly appreciate that you take the time to engage in my mad rambles;-) Much Grace, DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted July 29, 2010 Share Posted July 29, 2010 A poem of subtle and not-so-subtle contradictions. They're summed up well at the end: We are thatand the rest is this ship rocking silently in sight of illusory shores. The vessel. Is it the body, is it the planet, or is it the urn? The poem somehow resembles an urn. This one's just right, Juris. It's not too long and not too short. I've read it a number of times (it reads quite well), and it's been a pleasure each time. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted July 30, 2010 Share Posted July 30, 2010 (edited) Hi DC, Reading your poem as an ordinary Buddhist it seems you have honed into the inherent contradictions of the human condition : Remembering / forgotten empty vessel pouring presumptive truths illusory shores But you also touch on the aesthetics of creativity - smoothing the apparent contradictions of perception and experience to arrive at a work that stands alone in its own right without the baggage of truths/falsehoods, natural/unnatural. I love the startling and original imagery here: ... purple blossomed acacia slaps me Wonderfully thought-provoking. The sonority is really good when read out aloud. Edited July 30, 2010 by goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted July 30, 2010 Author Share Posted July 30, 2010 Thanks Golden and Tony! Golden you read it perfectly. Tony I appreciate your patience and insight! Many, many Thanks all! DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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