Transient Things

Transient Things

A Poem by Einstein Noodle
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happy new year to all...this is my first of 2018 ..hope you enjoy reading .. like the previous years..i seek your constructive input

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Transient Things
Brown, leather lazy boy .........
comfort.
Worn to fit and
knitted, yellow afghan hanging 
black roosters in squares crowing ........
Wild horse winds with 
death ...riding the flying dust
Sweeping clean.
It takes.
I pull the straining rope all day
My hands calloused companions as
time whittles the soft fragrant pine.
My long fingers of decision 
Chips .........
falling away.
Red, yellow, umber burnt
caress the damp and sky
Mother's clear blue twinkles' gleam
She had no need for words 
she spoke language.
These transient things
They are so real.
1/03/2018
E.

© 2018 Einstein Noodle


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and yet there is a space between the transiency of our human observations and the transmigration of our souls to other more adaptable paradises. That's why poets use, as a meridian of sacrifice, all the axes of memory to allow the crossing of un-related events to become power: a mothers wisdom, the fragrance of hemlocks, wild horses.

Great poems never asks use why we've been transformed only to believe that such a transformation indeed has happened......dana

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

holy smokes Ms. rushin!! such deep philosophical and artistic application to your understanding of t.. read more



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back again after almost five years to the very day .. and I am not ashamed to add that I have enjoyed my second helping just as much as I did when I first came .. AGT's brother E. N.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

10 Months Ago

thank you Neville! deeply humbled by this, your second visit ... i am also very encouraged .. this o.. read more
Neville

10 Months Ago


I assure you, it was my pleasure entirely Gene .. N.
An amazing poem shared my friend.
"Red, yellow, umber burnt
caress the damp and sky
Mother's clear blue twinkles' gleam
She had no need for words
she spoke language.
These transient things
They are so real."
I loved the kindness of the above lines. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

beautiful Coyote Man .. how i appreciate what you said ... "..the kindness ... " ... that is what me.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

You are welcome my dear friend. I loved this poem.
This poem made me feel comfortable. Which seems an odd reaction after reading one. Everything was familiar in that comfort. Comfortable things do tend to be transient things. Language without words....I work with non verbal people a lot. So much to say without words.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

thanks for reading and reviewing my new found friend! a noble profession says i! one of compassion a.. read more
William Michael Reeves

2 Years Ago

Wow! I've been a C.N.A. For 42 years. For all I know our energies combined in Gaia to make change in.. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

;) ............................
all the comforts of home, fleeting, transient and time passes by I loved the vibrant visuals that remind me also of somewhere old, somewhere safe.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

well dear Corset .... I am old ... and safe :)))))))))))))))))))))))) seriously though .. thanks so .. read more
Corset

4 Years Ago

backatcha!
E
I believe it is the transience of things that make them valuable. Enjoyed this a lot.
T

Posted 4 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

yes ... I agree of course ;) sure appreciate you reading and letting me know ... makes the Cafe' go .. read more
Missed this new year 2008 piece but thanks to that old boy gram, here I is! Loved the video with its atmospherics. This piece is writ like a fragmented mind, it sounds like a patchwork quilt looks as passing reminiscences flow in chunks down the river of memories. We are but temporary here and everything changes but stays the same until we search for the comforts of yesterday and find them gone. Great thinking write here 'E'.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

5 Years Ago

good ol' gram indeed!!! so gratified by your understanding of this John .. funny how old poems and o.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

5 Years Ago

Glad you kept that comfort from yesteryear 'E' it sometimes helps connect us to our past.
Einstein Noodle

5 Years Ago

it certainly does .. love and joy sir!
all hail the transient things, real poetry, great writing E,

Posted 5 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

5 Years Ago

gram .... that you think so absolutely makes me day sir! i feel good thinking i have done something .. read more
times are surely changing and sometimes we are running out of time because there are the must do lists that we have to accomplish and with such hectic schedules we forgot the very important thing why we are living and why it seems that after all what you have gone through and survive through it seems that life had passed you by. it is for this reason that this poem touched me to the core. nice writing my friend

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

sot on sette ... you feel me to the core ;) i am so encouraged by your sensitive and thorough readin.. read more
sette

6 Years Ago

no problem
dear Gene... “time whittles the soft scented pine”... Simetimes we get a second chance... to grow and be a part of nature in unexpected smiles. truly, Pat

Posted 6 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

oh how i love your thought on this one Pat!!! yes... a second chance to let nature give us her embra.. read more
Patricia Wedel

6 Years Ago

One of my favorites penned by you... you are welcome... Pat
Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

:) ......................
and yet there is a space between the transiency of our human observations and the transmigration of our souls to other more adaptable paradises. That's why poets use, as a meridian of sacrifice, all the axes of memory to allow the crossing of un-related events to become power: a mothers wisdom, the fragrance of hemlocks, wild horses.

Great poems never asks use why we've been transformed only to believe that such a transformation indeed has happened......dana

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

holy smokes Ms. rushin!! such deep philosophical and artistic application to your understanding of t.. read more

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