New Day Gone........

Unmetered Poetry [ruminative ramblings; a bit abstract, possibly ambiguous]

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New Day Gone

Time stood still

as the sun vanished quietly behind the earth.

Crawling, sliding sights emerged --

mankind was given birth.

Time continued on....................

The dragonfly's buzz

breaks the night,

signaling the beginning

of first morning light.

All who've been there

know I'm right;

for, they've witnessed the sight

of the dragonfly's flight.

Wild winds caught the earth

turning it to dust.

Blacked out bounds

of the earth's top crust,

mating with the crown

of the sky's red lust …

the olde tramp contemplated his dog,

his life -- and, fussed.

-~|~-

Buzzzzzzzzzz....................

rwjenkins

©2023

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Author's Note

Artwork, courtesy Wikimedia Commons.

Please, share your thoughts and any well-meant critique.
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Reviews

[Susan 🦋]

Magical little creatures! New Day Gone captures a bit of that magic. When my son was a little boy, I took him fishing quite a bit. (We are surrounded by water here) anyways... We would spend the day at the lake, then early evening he'd cast a line off the dock. lol he had a little tackle box with god knows what in it..haha. Two older gentlemen would always fish in the same spot. Fishing, pondering life, enjoying the evening. :-) Lilly and I watched the dragonflies. Your poem reminds me of this time so long ago.

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Susan : )

Thank you most gratefully for selecting this piece to read and comment on.
How delightful to know this rather abstract work found a place in your fond memories.

It's always a pleasure to share with you! ⁓ Richard🖌

[Cherrie Palmer]

The art work you selected is perfect. Colorful and creative. I'm partial to dragonflies and damsels. Your poem is perfect.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Your opening demands attention it's lovely and carries the reader away.

[Richard🖌]

Hi there, Stranger 🌿

It's so very nice to see your lovely face …seems like forever.
Gee, Cherrie! Perfect everything … I'm all a'blush*
What a blessing you are captured by the opening, and that you think it's lovely warms an hopeful bard to his smiling core.

Hugs 'n blessings to You,
for such a lovely review! ⁓ Richard🖌

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes it's been awhile since I've seen you over here On my end of the café. :) hope you have a wonderful weekend.

[William Michael Reeves]

When all you have to contemplate is your dog, time does stand still. The more we have to think about the faster the clock moves. And those sunrises and sets do have their way with the day and night in their lust ... to keep time moving. You've written the truth about time through a dragonflies eye.

Side note: I was sitting here thinking the speed of time would be a good title and subject for a poem. Picked up my phone and saw your poem about time. And then your poem took my mind down many paths, like good poetry does. Thanks for this, and all the journeys you write.

Uh, oh! I feel a song comin' on ...

Do you realize
the sun don't go down?
It's just an illusion caused
by the world spinning 'round.
(Flaming Lips)

[Richard🖌]

Hi, William,

Interesting you see my rambling pontifications as viewing time through a dragonfly's eyes … now, that's a unique perspective to contemplate, because a dragonfly's eyes cover most of its head and they can see nearly 360 degrees around them. Dragonfly eyes are separate on the sides of the head, and come together on the top of the head. With two large compound eyes, each with thousands of lenses, and three eyes with simple lenses, each retina contains several thousand photoreceptors that collect light and send information about the visual scene to interneurons, which further process the information.

Coincidences can be quite remarkable, to say the least; especially, when they inspire ideas for a new poem … looking forward to yours on The Speed of Time".

Apt excerpt from the Flaming Lips … wondering what's next? ⁓ Richard🖌

[William Michael Reeves]

That's exactly why I thought a dragonfly might see time. One of the paths your poem took me down was a memory of a huge dragonfly in the yard that let me get up close and personal with it. Eye to eye. It may have been near death or sick. It was an amazing thing to see all those lenses for myself that I had seen in documentaries. I'll never forget it! My slightly skewered perception thought it might be possible for those amazing eyes to see time. Other dimensions. Sounds like another subject for a poem ... but then everything does to me.

What's next? The next poem is always what's next in the mind of a poet.

I discovered a fascinating form of Arabic poetry I wonder if you've written in? Ghazal. If not, search it. I feel like your voice would sing in it.

[Richard🖌]

I've written many Ghazal … none, for a number of years.
It's a rather odd form when compared to the norm, but a nice challenge.

[William Michael Reeves]

I had a feeling you might have. Any still in your pages?

[Richard🖌]

Not here,
I wrote them when i was on a true poetry learning site.
I'll see what I can find to share.

[Richard🖌]

Sorry to keep you waiting; almost forgot … here's an old Ghazal I dug up. I now recall why I quit writing them … LOL!

"Cymru My Wales"

Proud land of song 'n greenest vales,
one’s heart is filled with olden tales,

its flag with dragon, flying high …
beautiful, my beloved Wales.

Tired miners blackened from the pit,
singing still of beloved Wales.

Daffodils ’n leeks crowd your hills;
call me home, dear beloved Wales.

Welsh mountains tall, my roots run deep
… named Rishardt, by beloved Wales.


Rascal Jenkins
© 22 Dec 2003

[William Michael Reeves]

The rascal in Rishardt would likely love to create a little mischief back home. No mountains in Houston are there.

Thanks for sharing this with me. I was curious what a seasoned bard might do with a rather awkward form to write in. I'm sure there are as many interpretations of the rules as there are poets breaking them. I read a Ghazal by the Persian poet Hafez last week in which he used the word where. Finding that word that works is key. I like how you've used a place, beloved to you. I'm guessing Rishardt is the Welsh spelling of your name? And Rascal is probably the Houstonian spelling, right right?

[Betty Hermelee]

time marches on from dusk to dawn with the sounds of night beasts... beautiful words that flow gently...
"witnessed the sight of the Dragonfly's flight" and on and on with grace....
Best, B

[Richard🖌]

Thanks for dropping by, Betty,

To catch this rather flighty mental escapade.
I'm so glad you found something in it to favor.

You buzz sooo nicely … smile! ⁓ Richard🖌

[Betty Hermelee]

My pleasure, loved the poem, would love you to read some of mine!
Best, B

[Richard🖌]

You read my mind. : )

[AYVID N]

Hi Richard,

Such an imaginative and creative poem on how the sun sets and vanishes behind the earth and in the darkness sliding things emerge to line upon earth till the rise of another day, so spectacularly described. The dragonfly was to me the center piece of the poem here and his flight feels spectacular against the backdrop of the night as does his buzzing. To me it symbolizes an element of eternity in nature. A witness to eons of such sunrises and sunsets. And in this, you make such a powerful statement about life. The conclusion of the poem was beautiful and I loved the imagery of the sunrise,
"Blacked out bounds
of the earth's top crust,
mating with the crown
of the sky's red lust …"

The tramp is so relatable too. Especially for those like me who have the tendency to mull over one's life, meaning and things achieved so far, the moment one wakes up.

This was such a wonderful poem to read and contemplate over. The chosen artwork was also a feast for the eyes. Thank you for sharing.

[Richard🖌]

Thank you, Divya,

For reading and leaving such a contemplatively interesting review on this rather free-floating piece.
Being so simple-minded, I rarely write in abstract or ambiguous mode, and haven't the slightest where this came from, except to say that I entirely let my pen do its own thing. First blush intent was to not post it, but thought, "What the heck! Someone might find something in it." And, it seems you have. : )

I always love the gifts your reviews bestow! ⁓ Richard🖌

[AYVID N]

I absolutely did. I know you rarely write abstract poems but this one tells me you should, at least sometimes, let this side of you out on paper and share it with us. I'm glad you posted it. And you're most welcome. :)

[Lisasview]

Forgot to mention the wonderful - colorful dragon image you chose!
And, you are most welcome … it is always a great pleasure to review your work.
Lisa, evening in Spain

[Richard🖌]

Thank you again, Lisa 🍷

[Lisasview]

Finishing up a rather long day, I was lucky enough to happen upon your amazing poem dear Richard.
Yes, times does march on...and, each day is always new.
I have gone back several times, as I often do, to reread your words. Each time with a deeper understanding.
Wild winds catch the earth
turning it to dust.
Blacked out bounds
of the earth's top crust,
mating with the crown
of the sky's red lust …
the olde tramp contemplated his dog,
his life -- and, fussed.
No sure why these words really appeal to me so much... just really like them.
As always, a delight to read your words,
Lisa, still in Spain

[Richard🖌]

Graciously spoken, Dear Poetess 🌸

Your ability to expound upon and reveal the merest inferences from vaguest layers of value is astounding, Lisa. But, you do it when no one else seems able to -- one of the reasons I feel all smiley when seeing your name as reviewer on one of my pieces.
As the level poetess I've come to know you to be, I imagine the lines you've selected to highlight appeal to you so much for their rhythm, well-placed line-break timings, and spot-on rhyme placements … along with how the unusually timbre'd imagery hits you, of course.

Thank you for enjoying this rather abstract piece! ⁓ Richard🖌