Thanks so much Paul - appreciate it so much. Those are some more of those "magical" lines - ones that just arrive suddenly, after I work on a poem for a while, and I can tell cause I write something I would never be able to consciously "think" of writing. I knew when the line "one kind of oracle" came out - I was like, aha, here we go, haha :-) At the moment, a lot of it comes from my research into ancient Greek oracles and gods and poetry and such. I find it very inspirational!
Yeah same - it’s one of things that only seems to come when you least expect it. And if ya try and force it - no dice. I guess that’s why we’re still poets - always hoping for one of those moments.
Not that I can find - about a dozen poems, and that's it. But boy howdy, what a poet - yeah, so lovely. Thanks for asking though - I did another search to double check and found a poem I had missed last time :-) Very pleased to have another one to read!
I really like that first poem by Agnes, in particular. Something about the economy of the writing, and use of repetition while always staying fresh. It's fun.
And your poem made me want to get some dirt under my finger nails, hehe. It's a beautiful sentiment!
Oh and I also successfully grew a garden from SEEDS this year. In the past my seedlings have died and I end up purchasing mature plants from the nursery. Seeing food grow all summer was absolute magic!
Yeah that line is amazing - feeling it myself. Not enough sleep last night! Oh wow that’s so cool! Mad respect. I grew my parsley from babies and the coriander from real rough cuttings, and they’ve both grown pretty fast. I have three planters and a bunch of soil for some new things and I might try some seeds for at least one of them!
Love these lines in your poem, Dick:
one kind of oracle:
learn when to plant
& when not to,
always be happy
when it rains
Thanks so much Paul - appreciate it so much. Those are some more of those "magical" lines - ones that just arrive suddenly, after I work on a poem for a while, and I can tell cause I write something I would never be able to consciously "think" of writing. I knew when the line "one kind of oracle" came out - I was like, aha, here we go, haha :-) At the moment, a lot of it comes from my research into ancient Greek oracles and gods and poetry and such. I find it very inspirational!
You’re welcome, Dick. I know that feeling you describe, and I’d like it to happen more often in my own writing!
Yeah same - it’s one of things that only seems to come when you least expect it. And if ya try and force it - no dice. I guess that’s why we’re still poets - always hoping for one of those moments.
Thanks to Agnes, thanks to Ann, thanks to the parsley and the coriander, thanks to the dessert and the rain.
Thank you, Dick, for all the poems!!! 💛
Awww, and thanks to you - for reading! For the reader is a poet too, and without you, the poems would cease to exist 💛 Poems, poems, poems!!!!!!
Is there nothing about her? Her desert poems are so lovely.
Not that I can find - about a dozen poems, and that's it. But boy howdy, what a poet - yeah, so lovely. Thanks for asking though - I did another search to double check and found a poem I had missed last time :-) Very pleased to have another one to read!
Oh I hope you’ll share! It’s wild these days to find someone who you can’t trace on the internet.
I love these forgotten poets, Dick. Agnes is a little harder to handle than some of the others. All of the sand references are interesting.
Yeah, I can understand that. Lots of sand in the desert - seems to have been her biggest inspiration :-)
‘a seed is a universe
folded so tight’ 😍😍
Oh thank you for sharing these.
Thank you so much for reading 💜 So glad you enjoyed it all! :-) Really appreciate it.
Gorgeousness
💜
So many striking stanzas from Agnes Cornell, especially:
"A wild bird
Darted in the door,
Beat his wings against the wall
And then flew out."
Yeah, the way her stanzas move and dynamically combine - it's so refreshing. The one you've picked out is one of my favs too. :-)
I really like that first poem by Agnes, in particular. Something about the economy of the writing, and use of repetition while always staying fresh. It's fun.
And your poem made me want to get some dirt under my finger nails, hehe. It's a beautiful sentiment!
Yeah - I love that first one too. The way it cuts and shifts is just sublime!
Aw cheers - you should! Feels good.
…my own wild heart will rest…
This line really spoke to me. My wild heart is craving rest right now.
Oh and I also successfully grew a garden from SEEDS this year. In the past my seedlings have died and I end up purchasing mature plants from the nursery. Seeing food grow all summer was absolute magic!
Yeah that line is amazing - feeling it myself. Not enough sleep last night! Oh wow that’s so cool! Mad respect. I grew my parsley from babies and the coriander from real rough cuttings, and they’ve both grown pretty fast. I have three planters and a bunch of soil for some new things and I might try some seeds for at least one of them!
Well done, my friend. Fractal. 💛 xo
Awww thanks Ann - so glad you dug it - and thanks for telling me to write a poem, sometimes that's all the inspiration one needs 💛