As always, there is so much rich and beautiful poetry posted in Monday’s Pot Luck, that it is difficult to select just one poem from among the many. I was drawn to this sonnet posted by mairmusic:
I looked into my heart while my eyes wereI looked into my heart while my eyes were
seduced by the froth of white blossoms on
a tree bedecked for spring knowing I’d gone
too long never intending to defer
this scrutiny forever just not fond
of mucking about in the wreckage left
by love the freshness of their beauty cleft
time’s lock in two and dazzled me beyond
resistance so walking through the first door
of neglect and the next of pain I came
to a quiet place quite without a name
or other sign that I’d been there before
but its serenity was palpable
and its emptiness radiantly full
We are invited to share a moment of peace experienced in the middle of emotional turmoil.
The images are fresh and engaging. Read again “the froth of white blossoms,” and the speaker’s reflection:”the freshness of their beauty cleft/ time’s lock in two and dazzled me beyond/ resistance.” The sound of the words is as delightful as the images they convey. The end rhymes are present throughout the poem, and never call too much attention to themselves. The enjambment moves us through them and leads us deeper into the poem. The running together of sentences without punctuation works to keep the mind moving along with the experience of the speaker.
The final paradox of a “serenity” whose “emptiness” is radiantly full” is both true to experience, and delightful to read.
Mairmusic: powerful! Thank you for posting this.
Till next time, enjoy the reading and writing,
Bill Cook (www.beginningpoetry.wordpress.com)