Pulse: a poem on setting out

[ by Charles Cameron — thunder, lightning, wind, water, moon, thanks and praise ]

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Pulse

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Like a thunderbolt out of juicy nothingness

a chord

            strikes, as if

from the face before time itself, lightning:

                                                                nor

is there any measuring the impact a breeze

might ripple out across waters, each drop

containing,

                  constraining

its reflected ocean.

                              Live, then, your

lively life, be struck, dumb, gifted, wildly

giving – what else? – thanks

and praise. Not as flattering tongues praise,

                                but as one moon

surrenders herself, gone, crescent, whole

and shattered, across each and all

                              turbulent and calm waters.

2 comments on this post.
  1. Madhu:

    Wonderful, Charles.
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    “Live, then, your lovely life….”
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    Very nice.

  2. Charles Cameron:

    Hi, Madhu:
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    Thanks!
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    I actually had “live, then, your lively life” because I wanted to get at the liveliness, which is what makes it lovely — also because I like all those long i sounds, lively, life, wildly…
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    But if I woke up and found your version and mine sitting there together and forgot which one I’d originally chosen — I might well prefer yours!
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    Thanks anyway, I always think of you when posting poems here, and hoped you’d see & like it.