The New Life: Fourth Stage For Marie Poem by Daniel Brick

The New Life: Fourth Stage For Marie

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An Autumn Picture

Mist slowly climbs the hill,
softening the remaining green,
occluding what is left
of summer: a pale greenness
dimly shines past orange leaves.
As shafts of afternoon light
slant across the sky, mist claims
the whole hillside in its ghostly cover.
This is autumn stillness,
these are the days of quiet waiting.
* * * *
As he finished writing the last line,
he heard her voice distinctly.
'Many have been more anxious
than you, many, in fact, are chewed
up by the stress of waiting.'
It was the woman supremely happy within,
sitting across from him. She pushed
a mug of fresh cafe au lait
toward him. 'It's for you, it seems
to go with being a poet. By the way,
everyone recovers, even the most stressed.'
Before Daniel could thank her,
she was standing slightly behind him.
'It may happen tonight. That's my only
message. Prepare yourself.' Daniel
made a gesture with his hands
that caught the seer's attention.
'How do I prepare? Prepare for what? '
The seer looked puzzled. 'If you ask
that question, you're surely not
prepared.' She leaned way down,
her lips almost touching his ear.
'So don't ask that stupid question.'
She straightened her posture. Daniel
had to twist his body to see her.
She seemed younger than at their
first encounter on Lake Street:
not as many wrinkles, and in her hair
threads of black and white. When she
started walking to the door, he noticed
her movements were smooth, almost
dance-like. What a contrast between
appearance and attitude, he thought.
She paused at the door, then abruptly
returned to his table and sat down,
looking down. She raised her eyes,
and stared directly at him. 'I'm not
enjoying my mission as a Spirit Messenger.
It's not your fault I act rudely.'
Daniel bit his lower lip. 'Is there
trouble in Paradise? ' She looked
at him for a moment, in a piercing
silence, 'We're not in Paradise. This
is the Place of Agon. You know that word,
of course, you would know it. I can't
really help you. You know too much.
It's like a suit of armor, weighing
you down, blocking openings to
messages. Monica will explain this
better. You have no defenses raised
against her, do you? My role is to tell
you your initiation has begun, and
this time it is irreversible. You can
refer to it as the Cascade of Light.'
Daniel breathed deeply several times,
the moment felt suspended. 'OK, consider
this, ' the seer finally seemed relaxed
into her mission. 'Monica discovered
your readiness because of a poem
in which you wrote singing and flying
are the same, which, of course, they
are, after making certain adjustments -
Oh, I can't explain it - but summon
to your mind a Lucid Dream in which
you sing and fly, one folding into
the other, then again, and again.
You get my drift? ' The seer now looked
almost as young as Monica. 'You're ready, '
she nodded. And then there was a gap in space.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: visionary
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is the fourth of six parts of THE NEW LIFE, just past the middle. The seers Daniel met in the first three stages of his initiation will now return in succession. The first three poems were in first person narration. This one composed itself spontaneously in third person. I decided to follow the poem's lead. Often a poem in progress is wiser than the writer. It's an aspect of the magic of poetry by which I mean
the writer is not the only factor of composition.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard Wlodarski 23 September 2018

Daniel, I am thoroughly fascinated by this extraordinary series of poems. And I can't believe some of the parallels with mine own life. When I was in my teens, I had a lucid dream in which I was flying and singing. When I woke up, it felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my chest. Thank you so very much for permitting me to relive that memory. Can hardly wait to see what's in store!

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