She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Rocks

The rocks know
Ask of them
And they will tell you
If you listen

Beneath
Childlike stars
The Earth
Resonates
With life

I contemplate
My self
Appreciating
The living tapestry

Without the blessings
Of the earth mother
I could not survive

And even a pile
Of these rocks
Can touch me

With the breath
Of understanding

And for this
I am grateful

4 comments:

ViolentLove said...

Nice.

Thank you.

Hopper said...

I don't understand beach rocks
in the desert and gulls
like once was water
flapping, maybe
a tempest
floating
about a barachois
without a kayak. Where
there is beach rocks there once was
sea. Everybody knows, stone stays, water goes.

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I would like to thank you for your thoughtful comments on my poetry and short prose... you have a very strong voice and your working of the craft of word is masterful... I want to tell you how much it means to me that you take the time to think about my ramblings and meanderings... I've been in a world where the value of poetry to understand and appreciate the emotional landscape of life has been devalued and it's a big encouragement to know that there are others out there who find value in this process... the process is three fold... for me the writer to reveal to myself... for you the reader to understand yourself better... and the space between where we can try to understand us all together... that's what some of the critics don't get (BBC for example) when they say that there is no value in the poetic...

from my perspective a narrative inquiry through poetry, prose, fiction generally, is just as valid as an inquiry through a scientific method... here's an example:

A doctor reads a patients chart in a hospital and learns about their scars and medications and physical self that has been documented from the before and then tries to make a diagnosis after examination...

If that same doctor had conducted an interview with the patient and sought out their narrative of lived experience (asking the question, what do you think I should know about you???) they would learn everything that is in the charts BUT also, how the patient feels about their being and their past and their body... and perhaps would gain a better insight of the kind of care this patient requires... with only a two minute chat...

Fact I learned at a conference I attended this week about narrative inquiry: doctors who are trained in narrative (extracting and interpreting a patients narrative) are 50% more likely to be considered "caring" doctors by their patients...

all I'm saying is that introspection and poetics and stories and fiction are so much more valuable than most people give credit...

Please continue to read and comment on my writing... as I will continue to read and comment on yours...

cricket...

human being said...

Bobbb... Bobbb... Bobbb
This is pure gold...

Thanks for accepting the invitation... all the words are here and how beautifully you have woven them to each other ... making them ONE ...

Thanks also for all your mindful and poetic comments... i read every word with joy and awe... I'm gratful to have such friends... expanding the horizon of my being...

I'll write there for you... and i'm going to use them in my other posts for they are closely related to my frame of thought... the things you wrote about poetry... free will, etc...

I've put the link to this poem in my blog...

Again thanks for playing...
Playing!.... sounds derogatory, ha? ..but i use it intentionally...
one of the subjects of my lifetime contemplations has been Games people play...(and how deteriorating they can be...) i have several posts on this topic ...
Yet i have included these creative poetic games under that lable to draw the attention of the curious reader to the difference... the contrast...
games can create and teach and at the same time, cheat and ruin...
depeding how they are played... and for what end...
don't know why i'm telling these to you...
you are so understanding...
and one i found to be a non-player...
one who can be trusted.
peace...
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Hopper,dearest friend

me think
stones can go, too...
when they are in love...
and sure they are so
as all the particles of
the universe...
in love
vibrating
moving
going
.
.
.
read this, dear friend, to see how i feel they go:

http://dearteachersatan.blogspot.com/2008/01/mute-love.html

Honour said...

I like this image Bobbb -- of rocks bestowing understanding ... a reminder that everything in the universe has a gift waiting and ready for us. Your words are like that ... you can see it in people's comments - a different gift for each one of us - but a gift, nevertheless. Thank you ...