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Balancing, not so delicately,
on the heads of seven pins
I wake in the middle of the night
dazed by the hurrying of the sun and the moon through the sky.
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Somewhere there is an open field
where the seeds of tall grasses live out their days
in dialogue with dew and stars,
Cicada legs thrumming the air
a stillness held in their cadence,
Where fire flies lace the leaves of trees in encircling forests
inscribing their delicate electrical tracings of desire,
a lit calligraphy of … hello, come see me
I am aflame with light
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Somewhere there is an open field within me
amidst the deep woods of wordsΒ
the impregnable tall trees of thought
a vast silence of living
wrapt entirely in wonder
Β
Bravo! Just beautiful.
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Thanks Michele!
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Ooh-la-la, Jana! This is magical, deep, truly inspired….”somewhere there is an open field within me…wrapt entirely in wonder.” Indeed. Thank you for the rapture of the poem and the image, my friend. xoxo
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Thanks Chloe…lately the days are so dense with activity, this little poem gratefully became a small oasis.
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A simply beautiful wish!
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Thank you Chris. It felt good to eck out a little bit of “open space” in my day
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Adorable poem Jana, the open field is full of your presence, beautiful.
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Bit of a day dream Teri….that felt hyper real. Thank you!
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wondering spirals
~
discovering
snails
new trails
within
back yards
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Hope it isn’t through the bean patch….!
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everything
in its right place
~
admiring
beauty from various
vantage points
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“Somewhere there is an open field
where the seeds of tall grasses live out their days
in dialogue with dew and stars … ”
I want to be those seeds. Enchanting piece, Jana. I like the way this poem makes me feel. The imagery is stunning.
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Aye Tiffany…I’m holding on to this thought. I like the way it makes me feel too. Thank you!
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Spellbound by your writing.
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Nature tends to cast a spell…I’m glad it translated Chris!
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Good magic always does Jana!
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Love this:
I wake in the middle of the night
dazed by the hurrying of the sun and the moon through the sky…
To contrast ‘dazed’ with ‘waking’ and by extension ‘sleep’ relating to the heavenly bodies. Just beautifully evocative.
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I’m pretty literal, Steven, when I write. The “daze” and nights seem to be running together lately with heavy dreaming …. Could the sun and moon be traveling faster too? It seems so … so… I bow to the holiness of momentum and steady myself in a moment of reflective surrender. Thank you, Steven, for your lovely comment and for providing an opportunity for further reflection!
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unbridled, open, aware … i love your verse, Jana. xo tony
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Words sometimes float in the air like flocks of birds in murmuration. Sometimes one can catch the very tail and ride for a little bit…You make me blush Tony!
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“Where fire flies lace the leaves of trees in encircling forests
inscribing their delicate electrical tracings of desire,
a lit calligraphy of β¦ hello, come see me”
Magical dance of life here beautifully expressed. Positively uplifting. Thank you. π
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I’m happy you liked this part… the fireflies are wild in the trees here in the mountains. Some nights you can’t tell where their lights end and the stars in the night sky begin…crazy!
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It must be one of those sights that is difficult to convey in a photograph. Nature is truly magical. π
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Exquisite! I love every line!
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Thank you so much!
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the poem kept bringing me back to stillness and silence amid all of the motion. is this zen? i love the thought of seeds talking to dew and stars. and this phrase has such lovely music: “delicate electrical tracings of desire.”
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Zen? I have no idea really, but what a beautiful thing to say…that all this motion brings you back to silence. It does doesn’t it….
Thank you for bringing me back here. It’s good to remember such fecundity, in the silence of February. Each has its own place for me and the contrast was good to appreciate today. π
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I’ve never seen fireflies in real life – they don’t exist in chilly damp England. But you describe them and everything in this poem so elegantly, it’s a joy to read, and makes the reader feel they are right there – truly beautiful writing!!
I was wondering if it would be possible for me to publish this lovely poetry in the next issue of an online literary magazine of mine?
It has eight issues (one new one every two months). There are no printed copies or any payment involved for myself or the writers – it’s a free magazine for anyone to read. The aim is to help promote writers on websites and blogs from all over the internet. https://thewritinggarden.wordpress.com/
Copyright remains with the writer and I make sure to include a link back to where the work was originally published and also any other links you may wish to include.
If you would be interested please check out the magazine and let me know. But if you’d rather not, don’t hesitate to say no, I really won’t mind.
Suzy π
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Thank you Suzy!….yes, fireflies are entirely poetic. They are so besotted that they can be easily held in your hands like lanterns! They fill the trees and in wooded areas it is difficult to see the line between where the fireflies end and the stars begin….Not in England? I guess I just assumed they were in most temperate climates. I’ll have to do a little research.
Sure…I’d love to have you include this poem in your literary magazine. I’m honored and thank you for asking! You do a beautiful job putting it together. Let me know if there is anything else I might need to do?
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I can’t imagine holding a fly in my hand like a lantern…haha…sounds like magic to me!! π
We definitely don’t have them in England. We do have glow worms, and some people get a bit confused and believe glow worms are the caterpillar version of a firefly – so think they’ve seen a firefly! But even glow worms are quite rare – I’ve never seen a glow worm either!
Thank you, that’s great Jana! The next issue is in May, so a little while to wait, but I will certainly get back to you here with a link when it published. Looking forward to sharing one of your beautiful poems! π
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Wonderful! I look forward to this! Thanks Suzy…
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Your poem is published in The Writing Garden! https://thewritinggarden.wordpress.com/2016/05/17/the-writing-garden-issue-nine/ Thanks so much for your wonderful writing Jana, it’s been a pleasure to share it! π
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The issue is wonderfully diverse, Suzy! Thank you for the opportunity to be in this issue….your efforts are stellar and much appreciated!
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