Tuesday, July 21, 2009

one word firespike: growing

passel of growth
in the winsome tides

sinners begetting

new growth

new vibe

in the end we


next to

nothing, in the derivations

of our peace.



Anonymous Teresa said...

This one is deep, Brother Murat. Lots of potential theological questions are sparked by this one. Not sure I want to go there. I like the juxtaposition of "sinners begetting / new growth / new vibe" and your label "tender mercies". Ain't it so true???

I also am very struck by the final four lines: "in the end we / accomplish / next to / nothing, in the derivations / of our peace."

The tessering from the firespike with its "passel of growth in the winsome" tides to "the derivations of our peace" is truly amazing, but the whole poem rings true.

Great work!

6:26 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I wasn't sure I wanted to go there either, after reading back through. I like that word "potential," since it leaves room to demur, if so inclined. This tessering could definitely leave one wobbly.

Thanks for jumping through.

8:00 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

For all our changing we stay the same..

8:14 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I didn't like that conclusion, but there it was, staring me in the face.

8:41 PM  
Blogger Cloudia said...

Oft see you at East Meets West and at Cunieform Scratchings so I know you have quirky and excellent taste. Now (reading your profile) I find you too are a water snake year person like myself.
Fate! Don't fight it. Come avisiting!
Comfort Spiral

10:14 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Ah, but Murat, it's "next to nothing" so that means we accomplish something. Every one just does his or her little bit, and for each it's just a little bit, but collectively as the human race, it's a lot. We need to see that...

We're not entirely the same. There is that modicum of progress. And that brings us peace.

11:32 PM  
Anonymous Richard Wells said...

Yes, and no, as usual. We grow toward the light, but it takes so long to get there. "The arc of history is long, but it bends toward justice." It's that, or I can't go on..

12:27 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Thank you. I like the clarifications: it is in the gathering bits that we find our growing lives. New eyes seeing this poem this morning.

6:59 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Cloudia, companion snake woman, welcome. Fate, don't fight, and feets, don't fail! I'll come a-visiting, by and by. Thanks for dropping in.

7:02 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Richard: I hear you; it do indeed bend, it do. Back from your travels? I trust they were restful and all else you wanted them to be.

7:03 AM  

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