A Visionary Matrix In Four Poems (1) Poem by Daniel Brick
A Visionary Matrix In Four Poems (1)
A Corridor of Light
Sometimes a breeze conspires
with a screen of foliage to grant us
a vista. The breeze parts the branches
and leaves, they willingly fall back
to show you, the watching one, a corridor
of light, and not a knot of darkness.
How far beyond our place of being
can you see with your enhanced sight?
Can you make out tomorrows's events?
On what stage do we stand? It is no
Lyric Stage, alas. It is a puppet stage,
and the strings for the puppet actors
are placed loosely into your hands.
They come forward, cluster around you,
entangle themselves with their strings.
They look blankly at each other, but they
watch you imploringly. With the suddenness
of a summer's breeze, you have been changed
into a new kind of author. Look, the strings
are taut, the puppets disciplined actors,
an audience is forming in the foyer, and
destiny awaits its cue. Begin as you have before:
with fierce hope, with fierce love, with fierce calm.
Sometimes a breeze conspires with a screen of foliage to grant us a vista. The breeze parts the branches and leaves, they willingly fall back to show you, the watching one, a corridor of light, and not a knot of darkness. How far beyond our place of being - - - - - - - - - Yes nature conspires sometimes to show us the corridor of light. A fantastic write, thanks for sharing.
There's a strange 'charm' to your poem that spellbounds the reader in much like the people in it. I don't think I am intelligent enough to decipher what this intoxicating poem means, but maybe it is about choices - 'Do we drink the NECTAR OF LIFE and celebrate or merely drown ourselves in pessimism? ' Sometimes, it is worth it to give in to the fantasies than let reality break us down. Or maybe, sometimes it is worth it to choose a reality worth loving. Thanks for sharing Mr Brick.
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This is a very beautiful poem the first one I have read of yours I shall read more then comment on wars These wars are inevitable for more than one reason all know but fear to accept it You also sir and through your poetry express ur views without fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 4:03:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this poem incites these thoughts: a memory of the high-line in nyc with its occasional glimpses of the hudson river. the lyrics of paper moon which remind us of love's perspective. and the times when suddenly the scrim of thought is lifted and we glimpse, just for a moment, a tree or something else with refreshing clarity. which in turn reminds me of the i-it and i-thou differences described by martin buber. -glen