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Listening for Lost People
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Still looking for lost people - look unrelentingly.
"They died" is not an utterance in the syntax of life
Where they belonged, no «belong» - reanimate them
Not minding if the still living turn away, casually.
Winds ruck up its skin so the sea tilts from red-blue
To blue-red: into the puckering water go his ashes
Who was steadier than these elements. Thickness
Of some surviving thing that sits there, bland. Its
Owner's gone nor does the idiot howl - while I'm
Unquiet as a talkative ear. Spring heat, a cherry
Tree's fresh bronze leaves fan out and gleam - to
Converse with shades, yourself become a shadow.
The souls of the dead are the spirit of language:
You hear them alight inside that spoken thought.
by Denise RILEY, at "LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS", Volume 36, Number 10, 22 May 2014
(post 1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition, 2020)
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Still looking for lost people - look unrelentingly.
"They died" is not an utterance in the syntax of life
Where they belonged, no «belong» - reanimate them
Not minding if the still living turn away, casually.
Winds ruck up its skin so the sea tilts from red-blue
To blue-red: into the puckering water go his ashes
Who was steadier than these elements. Thickness
Of some surviving thing that sits there, bland. Its
Owner's gone nor does the idiot howl - while I'm
Unquiet as a talkative ear. Spring heat, a cherry
Tree's fresh bronze leaves fan out and gleam - to
Converse with shades, yourself become a shadow.
The souls of the dead are the spirit of language:
You hear them alight inside that spoken thought.
by Denise RILEY, at "LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS", Volume 36, Number 10, 22 May 2014
(post 1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition, 2020)
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Armando Taborda club has replied to .t.a.o.n.Many thanks, Robert!
In silence we discover ourselvesm our actual presence
to the life in us and around us, when we are present,
deeply attentive, we cannot be busy controlling, instead
we become beholders ~ giving ourselves up to the mystery
of things, we become more willing to let things be and,
as a consequence we can also let ourselves be !
"Inviting Silence, gunilla norris"
Armando Taborda club has replied to beverleythanks for reminding me
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great !
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