a mystical poem by a goddess dead poet...Emily Dickson I love you
"Nature" is what we see�" The Hill�"the Afternoon�" Squirrel�"Eclipse�" the Bumble bee�" Nay�"Nature is Heaven�" Nature is what we hear�" The Bobolink�"the Sea�" Thunder�"the Cricket�" Nay�"Nature is Harmony�" Nature is what we know�" Yet have no art to say�" So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.
Not sure if you've figured this out, but when you use a long dash, cafe software turns it into gibberish. Being at the cafe for 6 years trained me to NEVER use long dashes! *wink! wink!* I agree that being in nature is more of a sensory experience, whereas being among humans is often a cerebral one, as humans are prone to showing off their analytical complexity. The best part of your poem is the ending, when you compare the human need to complicate life with nature's way of simplifying it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
"being in nature...a sensory experience..."
yes it is...smell taste feel hear see...sentient.. read more"being in nature...a sensory experience..."
yes it is...smell taste feel hear see...sentient aliveness with synaptic fields of weightless pure energy...
A wise person see the glory and the beauty of nature. A butterfly, a apple on the tree or a green pepper growing for the sun. Simple things, but a wonder, a gift. Thank you albee for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
yes...the sages saw the divine spirit of Nature, life, the self organizing nature of existence...int.. read moreyes...the sages saw the divine spirit of Nature, life, the self organizing nature of existence...intelligent life...
4 Years Ago
I agree dear poet. I hope you are doing well and having some fun.
Cosmological pantheism I see in this poem. Nature she calls heaven. She couldn't say god, for the smoldering stakes still shaped, the wisdom of her day. Harmonic vibrations she perceived, her mind projection into our quantum time. The cosmos too large, sapien's brain too small, in its Simplicity--It is God.
I started out as a middle child, in the middle of that fat century, in the mid west of this obese country, when little league baseball caps were bunched up like peaked military hats. Finding myself on.. more..