Hugh Cobb

Rookie - 54 Points (29 January 1947 / New York, NY)

Japanese Garden On A Warm December Night - Poem by Hugh Cobb

Late December night
unseasonal, almost balmy
I step into the small Japanese Garden
in the center of three buildings:
this is the locus, the point which
pins brick to its substance
anchoring this place to the world...

I stand here & breathe night air,
allow darkness to embrace me
secret lover enfolding me
bringing me to a point of stillness
where even held breath could
shatter silence, cause the very stars
to blink out, one-by-one
leaving darkness so total
it must be my own...

In this numinous state
imagination's so vivid, so complete
I can see a stream running
beneath the small wooden bridge
defining this gentle, reflective space.

For a moment, I can forget reality’s hard truth:
Bridge covers a storm drain,
its charm accidental, by-product of function
- dispersing rain water, rushing river,
Into pipes - keeping property safe & dry,

Garden pristine in starlight;
caught in my lover's spell,
I allow practicality
to disperse, water down pipes.
Surrendering to silent darkness,
I hear only the mutable sussuration
of water rushing over smooth stones.

(Copyright 12/28/2005)


Comments about Japanese Garden On A Warm December Night by Hugh Cobb

  • (4/20/2006 12:58:00 AM)


    I'm fascinated with anything Japanese.. I really enjoyed this.

    Red
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  • (1/23/2006 7:19:00 PM)


    Quite a splendid piece of work. Reminiscent of a garden of a friend's in NOLA, right off the Quarter. Once inside the gate, the world disappeared and only the trees and birds and grass and fountain existed. I found it hard at the end of the evening to be led from that spot. It was like I would imagine Heaven's gardens to be.

    Rita
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  • (1/22/2006 8:46:00 PM)


    This is a wonderful poem to read. The imagery is great. You are incredibly talented, and I look foward to reading more of your poems (Report) Reply

  • Linda Hepner (1/8/2006 11:28:00 PM)


    This is wonderful, Hugh. There is a garden just like this right in the middle of Los Angeles, hidden away behind tall buildings. A treasure, like your poem. (Report) Reply

  • (1/6/2006 7:56:00 PM)


    I've never been in a Japanese garden Hugh but you certainly make me want to visit one! This is beautiful. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (1/1/2006 1:43:00 PM)


    Kore wa totemo utsukushii desu. Kore wa anata no yoku kuwashiku iimashita. (This is very beautiful. This you have described it in a good way.) Thanks for posting. A lovely read. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (12/30/2005 6:49:00 PM)


    I've made a few changes, damn re-writing anyway, but it's one of my habits as a writer. Hopefully the verses following: imagination's so vivid, so complete will be less 'prose-y' and will flow a little better. Hope so anyway. Revision done 12/30/05.

    Hugh
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  • (12/29/2005 2:31:00 AM)


    This is a wonder, medatative portrait Hugh. The use of the language is wonderful. Words become hues in this work. The final two lines are bueautiful and suggest that further contemplation would be overkill.

    Marvelous piece Hugh.
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  • (12/29/2005 12:11:00 AM)


    Well...I really had to think about the 'secret lover'...because secrets fascinate me...but in my spellbound of the poem, I formed the conclusion that the Japanese Garden was the secret enfolding you. This poem has qualities that delight the senses. Thanks again Hugh. (Report) Reply

  • (12/28/2005 8:36:00 PM)


    Wonderful and wistful. a device of discord flows through the description as it reads to me. The stars going out one by one like the lights in a mall shutting off at closing time...This really hit me in the chest Hugh, the elements like yin and yang, of beauty and sorrow, flowing over rocks, with the storm drain kind of control which are put to everything, to make it work, that's the necessity of aesthetics, to remove us for a while from the pain of living. That's why poets create Japanese Gardens. (Report) Reply

  • (12/28/2005 7:30:00 PM)


    Beautiful poem, absolutely beautiful. The soothing atmosphere you create here is a joy to read. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • (12/28/2005 7:26:00 PM)


    when IT comes
    nothing remains
    and no matter
    how the Great Moment
    comes to be
    that you have felt IT
    leaves a lingering
    in the heart
    that Nirvana
    must be held in highest regard
    and so should this poem
    which gives the reader a taste
    of that moment
    which you experienced
    a wonderful poem
    and gift
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  • (12/28/2005 7:22:00 PM)


    You project a wonderfully calming image of the Japanese Garden Hugh, there is one very near me, but have a thing about Bonzai, It feels weird that a tree can be so stunted and yet so old to me. I kind of feel responsible! stupid it is! 10 from Tai, wishing you a 2006 full of hugs (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, December 30, 2005


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