BTT#30: A Question for Little Things (Ars Poetica)

Blubell Trail
Paul at dVerse had a prompt last week for Ars Poetica (The Art of Poetry).  Well I am new and I am slow so I missed the deadline, but have entered this through Grace’s hosting of an open link night.  I am glad to have found this “friendly bunch of poets.”  Here is an Ars Poetica brought to you by this friendly bunch of bluebells that greets me each Spring on the muddy sinks.  I hope you enjoy my first dVerse offering.  Lona.

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A Question for Little Things (Ars Poetica)
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I rise each year on a
Dark March morning
To descend steeply down the
Trail treading steady
Between still sleeping leafless
Trees to wrap my
Own first breath of Spring
In a green blanket of
Southern bluebells
Draped across black soil of
The muddy sinks where the
Blue and sometime pink flowers
Flit in a sharp breeze
And seem a misplaced
Intrusion against the
Silver grey light
Found just before the dawn.
­These are a sign of
Early warmth spreading and then
Breaking apart the secrets of
The mountain chill
That has not just yet
Decided it is quite
Prepared to die.
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I kneel to get a
Clearer vision of their
Bodies, the veins and
Filaments, and am
Surprised to see
A round and shining drop of
Morning dew
Nesting within the
Slow open hand of a
Deep velvet leaf.
 ­I am drawn and soon
The dust and splinters of
Shattered stars floating there
Are opened to my view
Bending the early lights
Of their living
Sister sun.
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­I rest between breathings
Swimming then just drifting
In this ocean, and finally
Sink toward the peaks
Of clouds anchored
In the hidden stream.
­I find myself first
Asking and then becoming
A question as to whether
This little drop of morning
Simply reflects
Or does it see
Or even joins
Heaving into itself the vast
Expanse of heaven and
The endless blue
Horizon of
Distant silent sky?
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   –  Lona Gynt  April 2018.

 

Little drop of morning
…little drop of morning …  distant silent sky.

 

Posted on Open Link Night #218 hosted by Grace at the fabulous dVerse Poets pub.  Here is a link! You will love it… I think.  Hey, that rhymed!  😉

OpenLinkNight #218

18 thoughts on “BTT#30: A Question for Little Things (Ars Poetica)

  1. Morning is my favorite time to reflect and write ~ Love the details of nature and specially the reflection of smallness in the vastness of the universe ~

    This little drop of morning
    Simply reflects
    Or does it see
    Or even joins
    Heaving into itself the vast
    Expanse of heaven and
    The endless blue
    Horizon of
    Distant silent sky?

    So nice to meet you and wishing you a good week/end ~

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    1. “I feel that you can find the whole world by looking really close…” Thank you for that, that is one of the central feelings for me in this poem – and the reason why this is an Ars Poetica. Thank you for your kind notice. 🙂

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  2. So much can be seen and learned in the tiny details of nature. I enjoyed the descriptive voice in this piece and this part was thought-provoking…
    “I find myself first
    Asking and then becoming
    A question…”

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    1. Thank you so much for your thoughtful words. I am glad those lines spoke to you. I am interested in what your thoughts on them may have been, and am so glad for your kind notice. 💧

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  3. My God, this is beautiful. I see Saraswati asking, becoming in that dewdrop and I behold her and the entire eternal sky and all the particulates of poetry. Here is where I first transcended the surface/supernatural barrier:
    “Breaking apart the secrets of
    The mountain chill
    That has not just yet
    Decided it is quite
    Prepared to die.”
    Oh my, what a time to be alive when This is what we are given to express it.

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  4. I am so grateful you have found this. This day, this place was a gift, and that point you mention was where I felt less an observer and started to feel a participant- where living winter was yielding reluctantly to spring. And then I knelt down and found that dewdrop, and the rest, well… I carried the inverted sky in that drop closely in my head for more than a year, until I stumbled on your Ars Poetica, “Rain Dance,” which opened this up for me, so thank you. I can’t find “Rain Dance” now, but I recall water falling falling out of the sky, the breaking and washing from living waters, and here I had seen the sky falling into that little drop of water. What a Spring!

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