BTT #73: Sundial

This picture was hanging in a friend’s house. I don’t know the artist, and I don’t know exactly why I chose it for this poem, but it seemed somehow to fit.

Sundial

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I have heard that

Wherever you go

There you are.

True perhaps

Of place and

Footings,

But when the

Sun moved the shadows

I looked around

And I was gone,

Not sure if I had

Changed or had

Just simply

Gone too far.

Memory seems at

Times nothing more than

 A membranous shade.

Is it a faithful witness,

To the wars within us,

Or merely written by

The victors

Rounding out the

Sharpened edges of

Circumstance or need?

Looking back and in and

Outward we can wonder,

As the weights of

Worlds and heavens fall

Like feathers from

Our shoulders,

Have we been

Diminished,

Or were we

Simply waiting

               To be freed?

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  • Lona Gynt, November 2020. All Rights reserved.

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This is linked to dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Saana. She has a real treat there for us today.

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And this from Tedeschi Trucks Band which gave me my opening line.

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33 thoughts on “BTT #73: Sundial

  1. sanaarizvi

    Oh my heart this is incredibly moving, Lona! I especially love; “Times nothing more than a membranous shade. Is it a faithful witness, to the wars within us.” My apologies … I had to remove the second link as we are only allowed one to link one poem on Open Link Night. 💝

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  2. Lona, in a bit of synchronicity, I just finished a poem for OLN with the title, “Gone.” I love your poem with its observations and questions. I thought of what sculptors say about a stone or a piece of wood, that they only release what was already there… Glad to “see” you, my friend ❤

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    1. I loved your poem Lisa! We do change. So much in this strange year is different, yet so much has been wonderful as well. Still struggling to get out of the stone, I think it will take a lifetime, but so happy about the freedom I have been able to find. 🙂

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    1. I really respect that comment Grace, it can be difficult to tell how to parse the questions within oneself about life and decisions. I am increasingly coming to believe that choices that increase one’s sense of being free, usually work out for the better for all involved, even though the steps can be painful and come up against seemingly incompatible imperatives. Thus I think it is so important that we give Grace not only to each other, but to ourselves. This has helped me greatly this year. So nice to see you! “)

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  3. Sundials are beautiful, better than those awful digital clocks. I love the lines:
    ‘But when the
    Sun moved the shadows
    I looked around
    And I was gone’
    And
    ‘Memory seems at
    Times nothing more than
    A membranous shade.’

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  4. Hi Lona! That final question is so poignant and telling–it echoes.
    I was struck by this part, too. I’m sure many have experienced this. It’s wonderful imagery.

    “But when the

    Sun moved the shadows

    I looked around

    And I was gone,

    Not sure if I had

    Changed or had

    Just simply

    Gone too far.”

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    1. Thank you Merril, and Hello! 🙂 As I think about my poem more and more, I am starting to wonder that if you have to be asking the question, then you are coming free of something. Getting free is sometimes bumpy though. So glad to hear from you here!

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    1. I had a child developmental psychology professor once say that you never know your children, all you can do is love them and care for them, and sit back and see who they will become. Your comment brought this to mind in regards to ourselves, maybe the same principles can apply? You are a thoughtful friend and reader.

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  5. Lona,
    I loved this. The inquiry. The reflection. The wonderment of self.
    This part, in particular, spoke to me,
    “But when the

    Sun moved the shadows

    I looked around

    And I was gone,

    Not sure if I had

    Changed or had

    Just simply

    Gone too far.”

    Thank you for sharing your words with me today.
    Ali

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    1. Thank you Ali. By the way, I had a patient the other day was standing up reading “If you read me like a poem,” that was pinned to my clinic room wall. She was really liking it and asked if I had written it, I told her who did and how to find it. She really loved it 🙂

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      1. Wow. You have it hung in your office. That blows me away. I am so glad you shared this story with me and for sharing my blog with her. I always hope that my poems bring lift to others. This means so much to me.
        I would love to hold space for your voice. Please consider joining me for a writing circle in December.
        Stay well.
        Ali

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