tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post2997986205395371325..comments2023-12-27T22:26:20.552-05:00Comments on synch-ro-ni-zing: AcrobatRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-35664875679529970912012-04-12T07:50:23.508-04:002012-04-12T07:50:23.508-04:00This is an incredible exercise in insomniac erotic...This is an incredible exercise in insomniac eroticism. "Poem in my sleep..." indeed.<br />I shall read it again much later in the day, as it is not safe for he early hours.Montaghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00017648070522030951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-83268266210883654332012-04-10T16:17:27.389-04:002012-04-10T16:17:27.389-04:00I can relate to this poem! It has become so uncomf...I can relate to this poem! It has become so uncomfortable for me to sleep at night - it hurts in any position that I lie in - it wouldn't be a bad idea to take my different parts off and then get some blissful sleep! I love the poem AND the paintings!Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17756564685282866773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-53259595092795641292012-04-09T06:00:14.619-04:002012-04-09T06:00:14.619-04:00Ohhhhhh. If I had to sleep on my back, Ruth, I...Ohhhhhh. If I had to sleep on my back, Ruth, I'd keep Astrid awake from my snoring. I guess you don't have to worry about that with Don. HA! But the pain you must experience...it can't possibly be worth all the poems, can it? For us maybe but...for you, too? I'm so sorry.Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-86465475187713960772012-04-08T08:04:38.163-04:002012-04-08T08:04:38.163-04:00Marvelous! Inspiration from an uncomfortable mattr...Marvelous! Inspiration from an uncomfortable mattress!Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14555472024981357622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-79931312417923687832012-04-07T12:45:09.799-04:002012-04-07T12:45:09.799-04:00Wonderful poem, Ruth! I don't know if I can a...Wonderful poem, Ruth! I don't know if I can add much more to what has already been said. I do admire the way you have joined the images to your poem and how you have observed your malady and fashioned it into art. I've noticed in myself, lately, since my movements have been so restricted with my bad back that I'm dreaming of myself doing all sorts of twisting, floating and dancing in almost a sort of awe twinged with a little fear--can my body really do that?<br />Thank you for the wonderful post. You always do such enlightening and intriguing work.Miss Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659603837343456631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-77502701612135420902012-04-07T09:28:19.184-04:002012-04-07T09:28:19.184-04:00Your poem goes well with the images. Wish I could...Your poem goes well with the images. Wish I could take off my arms at night too. They get in the way.California Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12582691517303132274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-37486460548744199772012-04-07T03:36:25.439-04:002012-04-07T03:36:25.439-04:00Marcie, thank you very much!
Oh hello, Mary, I...<b>Marcie</b>, thank you very much!<br /><br />Oh hello, <b>Mary</b>, I've missed you. Thank you for connecting this with Native American sensibilities, which I admire. And yes, sometimes even though the body aches, the soul finds beauty.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-17194047084372508362012-04-07T03:33:41.222-04:002012-04-07T03:33:41.222-04:00ds :-) You are clever and kind. Thank you.
Hedge,...<b>ds</b> :-) You are clever and kind. Thank you.<br /><br /><b>Hedge</b>, this was an instance when I found the images after writing the poem. Funny though, your (and perhaps Kathleen's) vivid picture makes total sense, but what was in my mind was simply the floating between trapezes that acrobats do, and wishing I could feel that effortless. Thanks for reading.<br /><br /><b>Brandon</b>, thanks for stepping into the surreal with me. Dreams and restless nights can make good poem prompts, which is some solace, I suppose.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-8390440443121215912012-04-07T03:28:25.658-04:002012-04-07T03:28:25.658-04:00Thanks, Kathleen. I remember seeing a high speed p...Thanks, <b>Kathleen</b>. I remember seeing a high speed progression of photos of a person sleeping through the night. It was so wild looking!<br /><br /><b>The Broad</b>, I'm smiling. Happy Easter to you, too!<br /><br /><b>Arti</b>, I looked up that wonderful scene in "Midnight in Paris" (yes, I saw it twice), and I found an article that said that Picasso indeed had dreams about removing his limbs!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-6431258719692510712012-04-07T03:25:30.673-04:002012-04-07T03:25:30.673-04:00rosaria, thank you for reading, and for your comfo...<b>rosaria</b>, thank you for reading, and for your comforting words. Happy Easter to you as well!<br /><br /><b>erin</b>, everything is everything. Thank you, my friend.<br /><br /><b>Dana</b>, that is such an interesting way to put it: <i>my mind is so close to the surface . . .</i> Yes!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-86768018745735438512012-04-07T03:22:26.805-04:002012-04-07T03:22:26.805-04:00Dear Robert, thank you so much! I wrote the poem ...Dear <b>Robert</b>, thank you so much! I wrote the poem in a few minutes. I don't seem to have much tolerance for revision or poems that require more than an hour or two of work any more, though I greatly admire those who do that kind of work. It's like the soul has something to say and must just spit it out, right now.<br /><br />Sweet <b>Gwen</b>, thank you, and yes, just so. I crave lying on my side, that comfort, and then my shoulders ache. Slowly, gradually, I'm changing the habit to lying on my back, which my osteopath says is the only way to sleep. :(<br /><br />Thank you, <b>Peter</b>!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-79507613936907200152012-04-06T17:38:17.573-04:002012-04-06T17:38:17.573-04:00When something hurts, it takes on its own life and...When something hurts, it takes on its own life and turns us into acrobats in search of relief. It astounds me that you turn this pain into poetry. Isn't that the native American description of medicine? Healing comes in many ways.Grandmother Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169464484379536529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-14473311908697542482012-04-06T13:38:37.119-04:002012-04-06T13:38:37.119-04:00Love how you've paired your poetry with these ...Love how you've paired your poetry with these artist images. Really and truly inspiring! Hope your arms/back feel better soon...Marciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13709429651639218219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-16579806999979294682012-04-06T06:46:34.762-04:002012-04-06T06:46:34.762-04:00O Ruth, the doors you have opened, suffering as yo...O Ruth, the doors you have opened, suffering as you do your limbs ... Comforting into sleep can be a difficult road when things hurt here and there -- hard enough when the mind's burdened or the soul heavy -- But the poem takes a page from dream to liquify matters enough so that passage is possible in soak and float. Surreality's a good sleepy time tea. Loved the swim. - BrendanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-71383342811299032102012-04-05T23:33:08.970-04:002012-04-05T23:33:08.970-04:00Yes, the arms are so unnecessary when trying to sl...Yes, the arms are so unnecessary when trying to sleep, especially when they hurt. I don't know if this was what you were going for, but I have a vivid picture of tossing and turning and scientific evolving of geometric positions in a search for comfort,(that third stanza is perfect) and the metaphor with writing is canny and fits precisely the scheme of contortions and comfort zones we are often involved in. Even if I'm way off base, i enjoyed this much, and the lively pictures as well. Chagall was my favorite artist as a child.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-35564427917548754022012-04-05T22:56:46.993-04:002012-04-05T22:56:46.993-04:00There. You see, you are a natural yogi ; ) The fou...There. You see, you are a natural yogi ; ) The fourth into fifth stanzas are your <i>savasana</i> and what riches you bring from it! Your arms may hurt (it grieves me that this is so) and still you kick up your heels.<br />Thank you--and <i>Namaste</i>.dshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07616750784052488695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-41723408159170362422012-04-05T22:09:35.084-04:002012-04-05T22:09:35.084-04:00Don't know much about what was actually going ...Don't know much about what was actually going through his mind when he created these, but your poem could well have given us a scenario! But what a laugh Woody Allen has made it into: Have you seen Midnight In Paris? The first painting here is the subject of debate in the movie.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-76914619254824955582012-04-05T18:43:46.664-04:002012-04-05T18:43:46.664-04:00Sometimes the ridiculous really is sublime! Now, I...Sometimes the ridiculous really is sublime! Now, I must really get some sleep! Happy Easter, Ruth...The Broadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04976467218216864644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-67948460852155371712012-04-05T16:15:01.095-04:002012-04-05T16:15:01.095-04:00All marvelous. And I identify with nighttime acro...All marvelous. And I identify with nighttime acrobatics.Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06559881249054540947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-19534010736641710512012-04-05T15:58:44.669-04:002012-04-05T15:58:44.669-04:00With a wonky left hip & a wonky right shoulder...With a wonky left hip & a wonky right shoulder I do know from where you speak here :) And sleeping on my back just isn't real sleep - my mind is so close to the surface when I try that. But I'm not getting poetry out of the experience. <br /><br />We do have a futon which we use as our couch & one or the other of us is on it almost every night. Snuggled, cocoon-like into its crook is almost like being safe in our mother's womb again.The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-48341099643098811302012-04-05T12:26:18.729-04:002012-04-05T12:26:18.729-04:00i come away from this repeating this that i believ...i come away from this repeating this that i believe is indisputable, life begets life. <br /><br />i get this sense, too, that life and light find their way in through the cracks, this is poetry, a great realignment of body and truths, no matter who walks on what; the organized is all just a grand illusion.<br /><br />(your comment my way garners weight inside of this poem, as well. it runs about on sturdy legs:)<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-20020598958980173682012-04-05T10:45:54.042-04:002012-04-05T10:45:54.042-04:00The poem says it all!
I do hope your body heals an...The poem says it all!<br />I do hope your body heals and your spirit continues to soar.<br />Happy Easter.Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-21746204463998287112012-04-05T08:24:05.220-04:002012-04-05T08:24:05.220-04:00I admire this mixture of poetry and an obvious rea...I admire this mixture of poetry and an obvious real little (or big?) problem!PeterParishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09694538476960957295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-58759512806490964412012-04-05T08:16:40.089-04:002012-04-05T08:16:40.089-04:00Dear Ruth, I hope your hands can feel better by so...Dear Ruth, I hope your hands can feel better by some means... Sleeping on ones back is suppose to be good for the spine once one gets used to it. We are creatures of habit and to create new habits is an effort indeed.Gwen Buchananhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410235558740636534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-38614401335230824652012-04-05T07:41:15.609-04:002012-04-05T07:41:15.609-04:00Oh, this is pure delight, Ruth! I don't know h...Oh, this is pure delight, Ruth! I don't know how long it took you to write this poem, but it dances in the air "with the greatest of ease". And has its feet and arms and legs firmly on the ground too! Your productivity continues to amaze me, as I know I've said before.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.com