Saturday, October 3, 2015

Understanding the void




In the Window

My new kitten's eyes,
swollen shut with cold, still
Face the sun.

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The Void

I live -- in the still,
small, ever-changing space
Between raindrops

~~~

A Taylor Swift album title rip off

The bike chain,
rusted and unmoving, says enough,
For all of us.

44 comments:

  1. hmm - sometimes that void can be filled with droplets of hope..are you driving somewhere perhaps, between here and there the gap can be be filled with a rainbow of possibilities.

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  3. Awww so adorable XD

    I absolutely love the 2nd one!

    mindlovemisery

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  4. I will never be rusted and not moving ... blogger or not ...

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    1. ... purring along just fine, thank u ...

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  5. Very cooooool! "You're too cool for school", smiles. Seriously, I love them!

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  6. love the movement in the ever changing space between raindrops image - beautifully playful and ugh - a rusty and unmoving bike chain is no fun - amazing how even the smallest drop of oil can make a dramatic difference

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  7. I hope that really IS your cat. Smiles. Yup, there is always void between the raindrops...but most of the time we don't notice the void as we are so busy running!

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    1. It is. Her name is Vanilla. The boys named her.
      She unfortunately has had a cold the last 2 weeks - which happens
      when you take cats to a new home so young - at times.

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    2. I like the name!! Smiles.

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  8. Your first write is very sad with just a drop of hope in the sun.
    I relate and really appreciate what I think you are saying in the second. Raindrops are isolated in a void of nothingness. Raindrops symbolise life for me.
    The bike chain is useless when it has become rusted and cannot move as it should. Another sad tale of age can make us useless unless we take care of ourselves, in which case it will still happen, but will take longer, ha!

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  9. i like to be unique..
    before one morning
    i cannot separate
    myself from..yes
    X.. a rusty
    chain..
    rain.. stays
    still and same..
    and that
    is too wet
    for me..
    cat who sees
    beYond pastie
    eYes of others
    glue..:)

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  10. I loved the riff on the Taylor Swift album title. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  11. It is a wonderful cute kitten.. and Vanilla is such a good name, the color is perfect. The void between raindrops.. though, that is just like a brief pause between an exhale and inhale.. a great line.

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  12. A kitten with who moves toward the sun like a green plant, a person in the void and finally a bicycle that can not move ... You've given us a jigsaw of a Beckettian world here where all the movement slowly dwindles to nothing.

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  13. A kitten with who moves toward the sun like a green plant, a person in the void and finally a bicycle that can not move ... You've given us a jigsaw of a Beckettian world here where all the movement slowly dwindles to nothing.

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  14. The Void is close one as we all live between clinging for past and fear in future, never really enjoying now...

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  15. Ha. I especially like the first and last but all are wonderful! Short, sweet, evocative--and your voice. k.

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  16. I love this - particularly the second one! :)
    Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  17. How beautiful, Hawk!! Walking and living 'between the raindrops' should be so delightful. Love these evocative and balmy pieces...Exquisite!

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  18. Beautiful image..space between raindrops..

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  19. How each poem has a touch of sadness. It is as though whatever we do wherever we are fate follows us around.

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  20. Sometimes living in the still between raindrops is the most positive thing to do - especially with such an adorable companion...wonderful triptych

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  21. love the intense image in the 2nd one; have a good Sunday

    much love...

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  22. love the play of contrasts here...still/ever changing/unmoving...there's beauty with a tinge of sadness like life...love your Vanilla...

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  23. The kitten is so cute and innocent looking and the poem is amazing:)

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  24. The first two put a smile on my face. I'm a sucker for poetry that shines in the dark.

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  25. Very well done and such a pleasure to read. I read Mary's poem this morning and was so moved. I saw that she referenced you, so I wished to read her inspiration for her title. Thank you.

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  26. I love each piece, hope you do have a new kitten...and the space between raindrops, wow! The rusted bike chain does say enought...

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  27. Love your delicate and yet telling touch - space between raindrops... What a lovely poetic notion... Great! With Best Wishes Scott

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  28. I see hope in the first stansa, in the second I see living in safety - without getting wet or hurt. Tha last one makes me think of apathy. I'll chose your kitten's eyes and live there.
    (He's adorable.)

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  29. Each is special and I love the idea of the second one....

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  30. Can there be void when there is new life? I hope your little Vanilla is well soon poor baby

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  31. i thought the kitten situation was cute. and the Taylor Swift rip-off reference funny. hehe.

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  32. These are wonderful. The second one gave me goosebumps ... so eloquent, layered and nuanced.

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  33. Terrific set of poems. I liked the first. Even when things are bad...cold... swollen shut - always good to face the sun.

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  34. Your cat is really cute and what an adorable name, Vanilla, perfect. She'll feel better soon enough. Smiles :)

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  35. Lovely set. The first has a so much meaning in it.

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  36. I like the way these all, though completely different, tie themselves together in a perfect bow of poetry.

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  37. A wonderful set of poems. All have great imagery. Love the changing spaces between raindrops. I have been a watcher/delighted in rain for most of my life. Thank you very much for your comments and visit to my blog.

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  38. I have come to love these haiku.

    Like, in the first: What if you're not talking about your new kitten? What if you're saying that you yourself have taken on a new pair of "kitten eyes"? ... Meaning that you're looking at things in a different way, as if you were a newborn animal, curiously studying the world in awe and with a sense of adventure and near-fearlessness. Even though they're cold and closed, I think you're on the cusp of opening them ... of pouncing on the Sun. And of course, what if that's secretly the Son, meaning Jesus? What if this is all about being born again spiritually, seeking warmth in the arms of God? ... Could be, for sure.

    (Is this a good time to interject that the title of the haiku set makes me laugh, thinking about bathroom activities and what it all "means"? Hee hee. Now I'm picturing the poop version of reading tea leaves. Only, after you "void," you take a long look at the constitution to find its hidden messages about the universe, your reality, your future. Ha. I love this.)

    So then, since the set title connects to the middle haiku, then maybe the "meat" is sandwiched between bread. (Be read.) [B/Brian read?] Anyway, the first and third are to be read, but the middle one is the IT piece. The message with the most intention.

    So the second says this:
    First of all, I'm alive. I'm alive in the stillness. I feel the most alive when in a state of reflection rather than speaking/moving/acting. So true. Meditation and "time outs" are key.

    Also, I live in the small. Small = thin. The thinner I get, the more alive I feel ... until I'm dead. Also, "small" means unseen, unimportant, without much attention. So fading out or disappearing helps me/you (the speaker) live. Of course, "still, small" is also the adjectival phrasing used before "voice" in Christian songs and such. This is about God. You live in the still small space. "Pace" is inside of "space." Change of pace, slow it down (or speed it up). Small pace. Still pace. The opposite of exercising ... again, this is meditation. Zen. Also small = children. Taking yourself and your brain back to a state of being childlike. Only then do we truly attain wisdom, clarity, etc.

    "between raindrops" ... Like lemon drops, only, candy made of rain. Abstaining from sugar, from wet, from cleansing. The paused slow-motion atmosphere of finding an impossible place of frozen-energy in the between. Anything/Anyone existing between raindrops cannot be seen. That's what it takes to really figure out who you are. You're a monk. You're a philosopher who realizes that Truth can only be found when all voices are removed but God's and yours. Everything else breeds confusion and competition. It's an unnecessary hindrance to positive, healthy living. So kudos to you.

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    1. Now for the third. The other slice of bread:

      b/ike ... Hurricane Ike. President Eisenhower.

      In other words, if you want to exist as a "Taylor Swift album title rip-off," then by all means, be a hurricane and/or be like Ike. Chain yourself to destruction, flooding, and fear-induction(s). And by all means, think like this about modern art:

      "in a 1962 speech [he] denounced modern art as 'a piece of canvas that looks like a broken-down-Tin-Lizzie, loaded with paint, has been driven over it.'"

      What if the "rip off" is like pulling a Band-aid" off a wound? Only here, the sticky covering is being pulled off the album title? What if the title that shows isn't the real title? What if all of "Taylor Swift's" songs and personalities are just coverings for wounds? What will happen if they're ripped off? I don't really think anyone wants to find that out. We think we want to know what's "underneath," but maybe we really don't. Maybe the coverings are necessary.

      Like this being said about Ike:

      Wendy Beckett stated that Eisenhower's work was "simple and earnest, rather caus[ing] us to wonder at the hidden depths of this reticent president."

      But would they really want to know the depths? Or were they secretly thankfully to know the "simple and earnest" top layer of the man and his art? I'm inclined to think so.

      "rusted and unmoving, says enough,
      For all of us" ... This makes me think of old age. Honestly, if we'd listen more to old people, we'd probably know all there is to know about everything.

      Maybe you have the right idea. Why should we even talk? What could we possibly have to say that would matter?

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