mindways

a cantonal

the machinery

of stars and bodies

it's a wonder

we can breathe

for the wonder

of it

Reviews

[Relic]

There are galaxy's waiting to be discovered. The night sky with all its star seems to me to be a reminder that we are such a tiny piece of something much bigger we may have yet to discover.

[...]

Nature makes my heart race. It never gets old, Ed...never

[Ed Hart]

the envelope that creates and nourishes and sustains us...the god we can see and taste and touch...sunsets and moon-rise and cliffs of fall frightful

[h d e rushin]

I spend my days now reading and writing poetry Ed. At the end of each day the Newtonian rules of
force and space conquer even the best of my reasoning. So I lay down and dream of it, of writing it;
of reading it outloud to myself. Even of wondering why the poet put each word in each sentence
and why he or she spaced the sentence's .Are the spaces just improvisation? Abstraction? Subjective symbolism? Experimentation? Or in these short poems, is it just a time to breath even when i'm
not out of breath?

I mention this because there is an art to being brief. An art to knowing when to stop. No one really knew about brevity until Dickson came along in the 19th century. Before her, thoughts had to be
dragged out with newsworthy conclusions....Because poets, especially those baroque, wanted to
emulate Renaissance paintings. I have tried like hell to get it. Tried to understand the magic
behind your curtain making the protagonist white dove disappear. No use. So in my failure, I leave such
slight of hand to the masters...

and you sir, are the master...great poem..../dana

[Ed Hart]

my dear friend, you build such a wonderful nest for my poetry to rest in

[emmajoy]

Seventeen words and a lifetime of thought... beautiful.

Stare into the wonder that is 'fuchsia' and weave garlands of it around space then, not only breathe but catch the wondrous scent of 'out there' with a hint of Man's re.arrangement

You've made me adventure into a world where... only true emotion deserves to dwell.

[Ed Hart]

for me, it's the passion flower...talk about looking into a universe...and thank you my dear friend for standing so close to the meaning

[emmajoy]

That meaning is more a prayer than ... an opinion, sir Hart, and, very gladly shared. (Passion flowers are... precious beings, aren't they?)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've never heard of this form, but I really what you've done!

[Ed Hart]

thank you for dropping your coin in my purse Kelly, a treasure is a treasure

[1VJ]

So few words, so much depth. Amazing.

[Ed Hart]

"Paloma", what a nice name...thank you for stopping by

[Beccy]

We are so complex in design, yet so simple in our need.

Just six lines and you show us the span of the universe.

Beccy.

[Ed Hart]

of course the girls are even more complex than the boys, in their simple way...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

geez, Ed...i am always in awe of your writing...

this twists a somewhat simple concept into an intricate thought...yes, when we concentrate on the machinery of nature it takes our breath away...when we get too caught up in machines themselves...we lose that awe...that wonderful contact----

j.

[Ed Hart]

i don't think it's supposed to be a dimension for broken spirits, though i recognize it's hard not to bet bruised just getting your shoes on...thanks, jacob

[W.k.kortas]

In the eternal pilgrimage to see what's down there inside our navels, we do sometimes forget to marvel, don't we?

[Ed Hart]

yes, 'eternal pilgrimage', i like that