dr_con Posted February 20, 2013 Share Posted February 20, 2013 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. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted February 20, 2013 Share Posted February 20, 2013 How doc got his groove back. Reflections that are rare--and well-presented. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted February 20, 2013 Share Posted February 20, 2013 "Dispersed in euphony" just would not work, but your "birds aligned in cacophony" Does work! Wickedly inventive. 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted February 20, 2013 Share Posted February 20, 2013 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted February 21, 2013 Author Share Posted February 21, 2013 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 Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jainrohit Posted February 22, 2013 Share Posted February 22, 2013 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 ! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted February 24, 2013 Share Posted February 24, 2013 Accessible... relevent and enjoyed. B Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted February 24, 2013 Share Posted February 24, 2013 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 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...
dr_con Posted February 25, 2013 Author Share Posted February 25, 2013 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 Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank E Gibbard Posted February 27, 2013 Share Posted February 27, 2013 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted April 6, 2013 Share Posted April 6, 2013 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted April 7, 2013 Author Share Posted April 7, 2013 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 Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted April 11, 2013 Share Posted April 11, 2013 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 Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted April 16, 2013 Author Share Posted April 16, 2013 thank You tinker! Hows the poem a day going? Juris Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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