Vesper II

Vesper II

A Poem by Eilis

Take me to the middle
of nothing where grass

is cropped to make a quilt
for lying with autumn earth.

Where my mind, my body,
have nowhere to go but up

toward the origin of sound
lifting like song sparrows

© 2020 Eilis


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This is hard to visualize for me. Not because there's nothing to see, but because there are so many different images coming to mind from a simple series of cues.

I walk out into this vast meadow, the grass turns to a pattern of tilled earth, then a grove with no trees but a floor covered in orange and yellow leaves, next to a protruding, grassy cliff like something from the Falklands, then I'm floating between great stone spires toward a tree, upside-down, rooted in the sun.

This poem is a Bjork music video. I'm sure I've done it wrong, again, but I like messing these things up.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

I don’t think there’s a wrong way with poetry. Well, sure there is, but for me it’s a lot abou.. read more
Gerald Parker

5 Years Ago

A wonderful state of mind to be in - in the middle of nothing. I'm reminded of a time when I was abo.. read more
Eilis

5 Years Ago

Some memories always seem to remain vivid. Thanks for sharing that, Gerald. I do love an evening bir.. read more



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Deeper meanings often evade me, so these words take me to the grassy field where I lay down and gaze up at the clear, blue sky. In my youth, I did this many times. Now old and not very good at getting up when I'm down, I enjoy the experience in my mind's movie theater.
Growing up so poor, I never had a very good winter coat. When the temperature was low but the sun's rays warm, I enjoyed lying down in tall grass where there was no wind. Rather like a warm nest, it was. Thank you for the gentle trip back.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

4 Years Ago

Thank you for sharing that memory with me, Samuel. That’s exactly the sort of feeling I had in min.. read more
A wonder prayer/poem!!! I have images in my mind of the "origin of sound." It takes humility to ask such a thing.
T

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

4 Years Ago

Thanks, Tom. I do try to practice humility. Not sure I’m always good at it. I know I’m not alway.. read more
kentuck14

4 Years Ago

Yes . . . it is . . . for "those who have ears to hear"
As a drummer and a hummer:) this place you write of reminds me of the sweet spot pon the head of a drum there is a sweet spot of strike and a sweet spot of tuning to every drum when you strike the head just right and at the right beat a phantom strike will resound... one that you don't actually make but one that evolves from the perfect repetition of the beat... A third rhythm appears within your playing that resonates in your core from the core of the instrument synchronizing you in a revelation:) to the origin of the sound

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

4 Years Ago

Very cool connection, Robert. I’m no drummer, but I tinker with piano and violin and music is kind.. read more
This is hard to visualize for me. Not because there's nothing to see, but because there are so many different images coming to mind from a simple series of cues.

I walk out into this vast meadow, the grass turns to a pattern of tilled earth, then a grove with no trees but a floor covered in orange and yellow leaves, next to a protruding, grassy cliff like something from the Falklands, then I'm floating between great stone spires toward a tree, upside-down, rooted in the sun.

This poem is a Bjork music video. I'm sure I've done it wrong, again, but I like messing these things up.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

I don’t think there’s a wrong way with poetry. Well, sure there is, but for me it’s a lot abou.. read more
Gerald Parker

5 Years Ago

A wonderful state of mind to be in - in the middle of nothing. I'm reminded of a time when I was abo.. read more
Eilis

5 Years Ago

Some memories always seem to remain vivid. Thanks for sharing that, Gerald. I do love an evening bir.. read more
this poem floats like a feather in the wind, loved this,

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Gram. That’s a lovely, meditative image. I’ll bask in it a bit.

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Added on November 22, 2019
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