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.
October 25th, 2012 at 2:39 pm
Wonderful, Charles.
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“Live, then, your lovely life….”
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Very nice.
October 25th, 2012 at 4:49 pm
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.