poem: Counterintuitive Art

Stars they tell me

shine brighter, when you’re so deep in love

like being at the bottom of that well

you can see Cassiopeia

at mid-day. Once you go to

some depths

you may just as good as admit

there will be no more surface times-

all is converted

to subterranean.

 

When I walk through forests,

it is the ground that speaks to me

leaves murmur the secrets

that the wind told them

bringing  tidings

of changes all the kingdom’s

best speechwriters

could never put back together again.

We are damned to destroy

the fragile, always

in our bustle of frenetics

that make us  modern, human.

 

Who knows, maybe if you and I get

just this little precious thing right

this time

the next time, we get to enjoy

it. Knowing you, knowing

that rivers flow also

through your heart and that

your hands have held dust

from comets; how, I ask is it possible

to not want to explore

forests and rivers

with you for the rest

of this motion extended exam?

 

My love, I will say, twenty years

from yesterday, tell me of

the starlight you see

from where you are, and I will

describe to you

what things look like

from the world’s

deepest wells- and we can

hold fragile things between us

shelter them from winds-

if only we can learn the 

counter-intuitive art

of not running from the obvious.

Author's Note

la version en Espanol aqui:

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zorra_encantada/1530299/

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a beautiful longing here... walking together through this sweet mystery of living.. of loving... sharing our visions and experiences... every day... forever... How a heart should endlessly hunger for this kind of union... this fulfilling, wild, wondrous life... There is more.. so much more than two eyes can ever behold... oh, so much more...

[Marie Anzalone]

You see this wisely, Craig. Through eyes that know what we are up against sometimes. Yes, I think in tis purest form, love comes into our lives and reminds of places we did not even remembering that we knew, and should be remembering. What is more perfect and more fickle than the love of the mother earth itself? And then how powerful when we tie our hearts to one so close to the earth, it is like being envolped by a force of nature itself.

[An owl on the moon]

Reading your thoughts and sensing the world awakening around us... and our hearts within as mother earth whispers over us... Nothing more wondrous.

[daninstockholm]

This reminds me of one that I wrote, called The Earth in Times of War, in the relationship we have to the earth. A beautiful piece!! So many lovely moments it's hard to pick one that stands out. Lovely metaphors beautiful use of language. VERY well done!!!

[rubie]

Stunning poetry.

Vibrant with romanticism and a thirst for life and living each day to the fullest.

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you for the review, rubie. It was much appreciated

[h d e rushin]

"Live each season as it passes; breath the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit and resign
yourself to the influence of the earth" Thoreau wrote. And I sense here that same close,
natural observation aligned with the ebb and flow of personal experience, counter to what
human intuition would lead us to expect. Gather the kingdoms of the world and all the kings
that rule them, and still love and the rule of love endures.

Wonderfully written dear friend....dana

[Marie Anzalone]

Yes, dana, dear heart, I do beleive that love endures, it thrives, it is the only thing we take with us when we go to the other side. Not what we have received, but what we have wrung out of our souls when they were to tited to go on, what we shared instead of hoarded when we were full to bursting. For why else, poetry?

[Mary]

I love the phrase- counter-intuitive art of not running from the obvious. The images you paint in this poem are so filled with passion, starlight, depth, love. This is lovely!

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, Mary. I have been dealing with the aftermath of meeting a true soul mate, and the ontl way through, has been to write it out. It is taking me to depths and places I thought were never going to be possible for me... Even form an unrequirpted distance. Funny how things work like that. Your read and review is very appreciated.

[GiuseppesHeart]

Romantically moved...lovely way with words soulsister...100/100

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you very much for the read and write!

[W.k.kortas]

There is a feel of the roamntic, indeed the Romantic here, and a wonderful intertwining of the love of Nature and the nature of love its ownself. Finely crafted, winsome and winning stuff.

[Marie Anzalone]

Thanks, kortas, for not giving up on me while I was voiceless. Yes, underneath the scientist, is a pire Romantic, hoping for the day when I prove the cynics wrong. It is a tough lime to walk, to make Hope believable in a culture that rewards cynicism. Soemtimes, it wears me down a bit. Then I come back.

[Emily B]

art is love and this love is beautiful enough to make my heart swell for probably the whole rest of the day . . . we will get it right before this revolution is done. We really will.

[Marie Anzalone]

Yes, I believe that we will get it right, at that. I still hold out hope.