Daniel Brick

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Emily Dickinson Visits Pamela Sinicrope - Poem by Daniel Brick

A Fantasy for Pam

You are here in your house
with your sons and your husband
and all the arrangements you have made
with furniture, fabrics and designs
to make this house also this home.
And I have the sudden realization
you have opened a gate to Eden
and invited me into the Garden.
Pamela, you and I have an ideal rapport,
like spring and summer in all of their essentials
or tree roots with soil as they fan out
through the ground for the sake of trunk,
limbs and leaves. Oh, so much joy resides
in service! Surely you feel it too.

I learned early to cherish small things,
humble, precious things, and people
who smile when they call themselves NOBODIES.
There are so many connections everywhere
we are never really alone. The children in my neighborhood,
boisterous, carefree, in the flush of innocence,
arrive at the steps of my house in Amherst. They turn
their expectant faces upward until I appear
on the small balcony. Then they cheer and dance a little.
I slowly lower a basket by a rope, and it dangles slightly
as it reaches their tiny arms. The oldest one cradles the basket,
as they disappear with many thank-you's cast over their
disappearing backs. When they reach their private place -
we adults do not know its location! - they untie the ribbon,
and there are the gingerbread cookies I baked for them
this morning. Of course, they share these gifts equally.
Sharing is half of their pleasure.

But there is an additional gift they sometimes find,
but other times miss. I enclose a brief poem I composed
while the cookies baked. Verses that take me no longer
to imagine than the cookies to bake. Did I not say
I appreciate small things, and I sense their smallness
is a disguise. It disguises things destined to grow greater
than seems possible. Is that not the same faith you have
in your sons? That you had when love first flowered
between you and your husband? That you felt swell inside
your mind when you wrote your first poems? These things bless
our lives which are always growing toward some new wonder,
some fresh beauty. We are summoned to such joy. It is our birthright.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression


Comments about Emily Dickinson Visits Pamela Sinicrope by Daniel Brick

  • Kim BarneyKim Barney (2/5/2020 8:48:00 PM)

    I finally found her page by clicking on her name below, but she still shows NO poems! (Report)Reply

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  • Kim BarneyKim Barney (2/5/2020 8:44:00 PM)

    Great poem, Daniel! The last time I visited Pamela's page, she had deleted all of her poems, and now I can't find her page at all! (Report)Reply

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  • Nosheen IrfanNosheen Irfan (1/2/2017 12:40:00 AM)

    A lovely poem for a fellow poet n friend. I love this idea of baking cookies, Such a lovely gesture for little ones who know a lot more than we do. You are right in saying that their smallness is a disguise. The poem encompasses a lot. How love flowers n thrives on in a happy, loving family is beautifully pictured. And a little poetry in life makes it all the more beautiful n colorful. (Report)Reply

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  • Pamela SinicropePamela Sinicrope (12/30/2016 11:11:00 AM)

    Daniel, there is so much I love about this poem. First of all, I love that you wrote a poem for me. Thank you! :) Secondly, I am intrigued by Emily's visit and especially by the cookies. I just read a poem by a poet who wrote about making a pie instead of writing a poem because it would be better received...but how about offering cooking WITH the poem, so both are better received? I also like to write poems for and after others... The line you wrote about the trunk of the tree...I love those lines...

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    Emily Dickinson Visits Pamela Sinicrope - Poem by Daniel Brick
    A Fantasy for Pam

    You are here in your house
    with your sons and your husband
    and all the arrangements you have made
    with furniture, fabrics and designs
    to make this house also this home.
    And I have the sudden realization
    you have opened a gate to Eden
    and invited me into the Garden.
    Pamela, you and I have an ideal rapport,
    like spring and summer in all of their essentials
    or tree roots with soil as they fan out
    through the ground for the sake of trunk,
    limbs and leaves. Oh, so much joy resides
    in service! Surely you feel it too.


    Thanks for my Christmas present Daniel.
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  • Bharati NayakBharati Nayak (12/29/2016 2:52:00 AM)

    I sense their smallness
    is a disguise. It disguises things destined to grow greater
    than seems possible. - - - - - - An amazing poem written for Pamela Sinicrope- - - Small things have wonderful power to keep us happy and blissful.
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  • Liza SudinaLiza Sudina (12/28/2016 10:35:00 PM)

    cookies with a poem will be rememebered better than just cookies, ans vice versa. (Report)Reply

    Daniel BrickDaniel Brick(12/28/2016 11:49:00 PM)

    Agreed! That is a true story about Emily by the way: my friend Robert Johnson found it in a
    biography of the poet. Robert has memorized many of her poems and recites them wonderfully.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 25, 2017


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