Emily Dickinson and New Beginnings

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This spring brings wonderful gifts, not only the gifts of nature but new beginnings in my life, a new house and a new academic commitment.  As I was browsing through my books I came across ‘Final Harvest’ by Emily Dickinson, a book of poems I hadn’t opened in a while.  I was struck by the eloquence of Ms. Dickinson’s pithy vocabulary and unique rhetoric through syntax and style.  This poem resonated with me and decided it was worth resurrecting with my blog.

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If something makes sense to you then do it if it feels right.  Your endeavors will always come back to you no matter how long it takes, when the time is right it will happen.  That is what I’m taking away from this time in my life and in essence this poem reflects these feelings for me and with succinct splendor.

Nocturne Poetry

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Tonight there are nocturne melodies

dancing about my room,

just before in the cerulean dusk

among fresh rain smells on pavement

ceased drops, slight sprinkles

t’was the gentle spring

chirping chatter of birds

outside my window

singing sweetly of tonight

and of the final resting

the last sunset up ahead;

how I wish it to be as simple

and beautiful as these cradling notes

the rhythmic stanzas of breath

like sleep on an evanescence sea.

Consciousness & Morning Poetry

You are not your mind or your thoughts. You are the consciousness in which the thoughts come and go. – Deepak Chopra

I usually wake up

too early

when God’s fingertips are

just gently touching the horizon

orange or light blue streaks

through the curtains

birds singing & chirping merrily

or sleepily or maybe that’s

how I hear them in

a lucid gossamer state.

Those things I said or

wrote come back to me

in words, sentences

driving pins in my mind.

It’s nice when I can

laugh them off and

forget but occasionally

they keep me up until the

alarm sounds,

sweetly my love

reaches for my body

and we try to go back

to our dreams until

the radio blares again

if we are lucky it’s

a jazz song streaming

soulfully to announce

a beautiful day

and if not I am comforted

even if sleep deprived

because there is an embrace

and how blessed

I am that it belongs to you

and it for me.