Sat, Mar 25, 2006, #2:
Bit of rust speaks:
Is it? Is it?
Is it important
How we feel
At this journal
Of the Persian wheel?
A squeak:
Observer rimmed
In buckets, undershot,
Climbs round to
The observed,
Like a noria lifting
Water from a stream,
Is it? It is.
Have been reading a book by Ted Hughes on writing poetry as I have just published a short collection of my poetry, Kaleidoscope, after years of not writing. Love your observation. Poetry is wonderfully liberating.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carole! Best wishes for Kaleidoscope success. I agree, poetry is liberating. It can save lives --as it has saved mine twice. I wish it had the same effect upon people Ted Hughes loved. Which book are you reading?
DeleteIt never ceases to amaze me how ancient architects understood physics and math so very well, that their designs remain firm.
ReplyDeleteI too have a faith in human talent for improving life by reason derived from observing nature. We are like children, natural rubberneckers: once we get the principle of a thing, our world gets less baffling.
DeleteLove the observer climbing round to the observed and seeing that everything's important. Love this one.
ReplyDeleteObserver to observed is how life seems to go as it spreads. Reality is getting pretty reliable!
DeleteI was about to say the same as Remembering Grace! Thanks Geo!
ReplyDeleteMost kind, Indigo. Sometimes it seems to be wheels within wheels but it's probably the same wheel, the same wheel for all of us.
DeleteThank you for sharing such a meaningful poem. Your poems make me think and after I think they seem even more amazing:)
ReplyDeleteMost kind, Munir. I will get out my watercolors oftener.
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