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In the stunned summer sun
rows upon rows of
silent corn stand
their postures attentive
but ineffective
except in the order of things.
I hover somewhere overwhelmed
between grief and loss
Imagining
three sisters rambling in freshened fields
corn, beans and squash
a symbiotic sweet milk of the earth
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The abduction of the corn
entered altered chastened
bound now to precision
replication
A singular armada of swollen ears
no longer listening
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A survivor
I depend on the humblest herbs
too common to become a sport
Drinking teas steeped in wildness
we mingle in the blood
By moving together though
we gain momentum
Instead of rubbing salt
like two sticks to start a fire
lamenting these golden
hollow walls
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artist: Michal Lukasiewicz
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Poetry of Light 
a beautiful image
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The artist, Michal Lukasiewicz, is a favorite. He’s Polish and lives in Antwerp. I think the light must be beautiful there.
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An evocative poem and lovely voiced recording. Superb, Jana!
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Bonnie, thank you. Learning curves though…I’m still laughing. I thought this post was scheduled for tomorrow. Spoken aloud is much different for me than working graphically on the page. I was in mid flight when I saw it had posted! Had to work an editing quick step to catch up.
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I think now we are becoming bards…without the wealthy monarch…patron. Perhaps we shouldn’t sing, though.
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I have not the words to express my admiration for you and your work. Having used words in spite of that fact, I now go silent……………………………………*smile*
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This is very kind of you…thank you “smiles”
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no longer listening…. you portray the dreadful sadness of our times in those three words Jana, very powerful.
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A small voice filled with grief living in the plastic fantastic empire
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I know, and we do what we can.
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my friend once told me that he goes beyond listening, and he becomes more aware, and his sense of things expands…nice poetry and reading…
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Is it possible to speak to a species that has lost its own voice? Or the ability to hear yours? I don’t know. But the question is presenting itself…
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sounds
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nourishing
the
body
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the bone’s tuning fork
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body
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tone
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love it!
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Thank you Saffron…
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‘A singular armada of swollen ears no longer listening’ breathtaking work – we see Van Gogh disappearing into the field never to re-emerge – thank you Jana
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I saw his canvasses once in a traveling exhibit, a museum where I worked so I lived with them daily at lunchtime….the colors and brush strokes mystical, something to step into and let pass through me. Your comment stuns me Mark, as the questions mount, and thank you. 🙂
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Sorry Jana – I am stunned by your poetry and I often find myself running with the first image that jumps into my head. In this case it was the artist disappearing into the cornfield, unknown and unheard.
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But Mark….it is the perfect image and captures it beautifully….that’s why I’m stunned. Than you for this !
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immense feelings…carried me near and far….thank you for sharing your beautiful writing, Jana!
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There are many things now, tricking themselves into life and they often seem well established before we are aware of them. The massive scale of this one, more personal because it’s perpetrated in my own country …. the plight of the bees…. certainly must be challenging Natures balancing abilities. And Nature will find balance. But in order to deal with the sorrow of it, I’m looking to the weeds for advice. Thank you Jane, for being carried near and far.
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