fatherpaul Posted April 2, 2007 I am not  tonight the winter rain melts the snow into the grey sky the tree barks dark and wet the wind blends into the bending pines  it is here now it fills one the song of a million yesterdays fills this empty afternoon the touch so firmly gentle on the rough edge of man forever without time it is and i am not Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
voice Posted April 3, 2007 Love it! Â ...except for the tree "barking", and the last line mirroring the first-- those contrivances are too cutesy for me. Â Wonderful mood evocation. Â thanks, Chris Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
fatherpaul Posted April 3, 2007 thank you for your critique you have very valid statements regarding the contrivances i was really unaware of them. i see it now. Â peace and happy pancakes, paul Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TonyTao Posted April 25, 2007 This is beautiful. It conjures the idea of nature merging in itself (eg "wind blends", snow melting into the sky) and the idea of "firmly gentle" is sensual and draws the tension of opposites manifest by the tao. Hope that makes sense! And I'm a bit of a sucker for repeating lines in poetry so I liked the "i am not" twice. From a taoist perspective, it draws in all the stuff about repeating patterns, seasons, etc... I vote for you to stick with it as it is!!!! Â Great, your poem was the highlight of my afternoon, Tony Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
fatherpaul Posted April 26, 2007 This is beautiful. It conjures the idea of nature merging in itself (eg "wind blends", snow melting into the sky) and the idea of "firmly gentle" is sensual and draws the tension of opposites manifest by the tao. Hope that makes sense! And I'm a bit of a sucker for repeating lines in poetry so I liked the "i am not" twice. From a taoist perspective, it draws in all the stuff about repeating patterns, seasons, etc... I vote for you to stick with it as it is!!!!  Great, your poem was the highlight of my afternoon, Tony  i am pleased you understand it remains as is just so....like the oneness that this poem tries in vain to explain Share this post Link to post Share on other sites