tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post6605279147203489715..comments2023-12-27T22:26:20.552-05:00Comments on synch-ro-ni-zing: Poem: White plateRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-75207486302739054402012-02-07T19:51:25.160-05:002012-02-07T19:51:25.160-05:00How to say this? That worldly pain - the sharp cut...How to say this? That worldly pain - the sharp cut of metal, the twisted limb - is sometimes the best antidote to the mysterious fears of the mind. <br /><br />Because of my work, injuries come from time to time. Some are painful. Still, my relationship to the pain they bring has changed - I listen to it more closely, adjust myself to it. Do I like it? No. Do I long for it to leave? Absolutely. Still, the cut finger and the torn tendon remind me that I, too, am a living creature, and that healing is a marvel.<br /><br />As is your poem.shoreacreshttp://shoreacres.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-16800065956791494032012-02-06T06:52:59.296-05:002012-02-06T06:52:59.296-05:00I've finally read this, Ruth, after our Skype ...I've finally read this, Ruth, after our Skype the other day. (sigh) I wonder which sister threw herself over the banister? :) Not that it's funny but I suddenly saw some levity in what surely must have felt like nightmares. <br /><br />I read what Vagabonde wrote. Suddenly I wonder if the pain you have contibrutes to your dreams? Not the tin-can cut but the other that seems to live forever within your hands and arms.<br /><br />It's now a new week and I hope you're off to a less painful start?!Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-15077884360300758332012-02-05T16:17:02.623-05:002012-02-05T16:17:02.623-05:00Oh, you've written a Dutch still life (not mea...Oh, you've written a Dutch still life (not meant at all glibly)--all that violence contained in such beauty. Honest, unflinching, the pomegranate seeds, and the stain that never quite goes away. Fury, amid all those other emotions. Powerful indeed. Thank you.dshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07616750784052488695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-9464880253458487282012-02-04T14:05:32.444-05:002012-02-04T14:05:32.444-05:00OK, that's intense. and thanks for the info a...OK, that's intense. and thanks for the info about the jazz festival in Philly, we will support it.Stratozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148600260976577216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-51339668492196792632012-02-04T13:13:19.984-05:002012-02-04T13:13:19.984-05:00This time reading your poem I understand why they ...This time reading your poem I understand why they are so powerful... your outright honesty. I know some are dreams, but some I think are reality, right? Like the anger towards a coworker. You don't hide the truth of your feelings, and that's what make your writing so precious. And of course, finding the most apt metaphors to express the human condition takes perceptive insights. Tarnishing a pure white dish with peels and roughage... I see the picture. Thanks for another thought-provoking poem, Ruth.Artihttp://rippleeffects.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-80425599635771691422012-02-04T12:07:31.187-05:002012-02-04T12:07:31.187-05:00Tomorrow ... and last Wednesday! :-)Tomorrow ... and last Wednesday! :-)PeterParishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09694538476960957295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-80392051577030422542012-02-04T05:51:26.227-05:002012-02-04T05:51:26.227-05:00Peter, bonjour! Merci, and you enjoy yours (and yo...<b>Peter</b>, bonjour! Merci, and you enjoy yours (and your grandchildren; I wonder when you will see them next).<br /><br /><b>Marcie</b>, thank you for visiting. It was a strange week!<br /><br />Hi, <b>Reena</b>, thanks for reading.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-91736228110410624012012-02-03T15:37:52.579-05:002012-02-03T15:37:52.579-05:00As always, powerful and deep.As always, powerful and deep.Reenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17813380986631007962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-69529694730828202182012-02-03T14:27:57.604-05:002012-02-03T14:27:57.604-05:00Hmmm...am wondering about the connections between ...Hmmm...am wondering about the connections between your unconscious dreams and your conscious day. What an evocative piece!!Marciehttp://www.marciescudderphotography.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-77225848528599788092012-02-03T09:35:12.553-05:002012-02-03T09:35:12.553-05:00The difficulty to understand the link between drea...The difficulty to understand the link between dreams and reality! If one could just have nice dreams, and during the day "dream" about nice things to do, like seeing a grandchild (or several)! :-) Enjoy your weekend!PeterParishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09694538476960957295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-39514273350915696502012-02-03T07:15:06.845-05:002012-02-03T07:15:06.845-05:00Oh Leena! Thank you for your very warm visit. So t...Oh <b>Leena</b>! Thank you for your very warm visit. So terrible, the cold there! Please take care and don't go out, even for photos, unless you are bundled up. Well, you're a grandmother, you know.<br /><br />Yes, I will be holding him in just a few hours. :-) How I have longed for him all week!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-88268892076196346512012-02-03T07:06:31.435-05:002012-02-03T07:06:31.435-05:00Warm greetings from freezing Finland!
You give and...Warm greetings from freezing Finland!<br />You give and warm so much by your words, Ruth!<br />Happy weekend to you and yours!<br />Are you going to see him this weekend or are you going only miss terribly him - you know, whom I mean :)LeenaHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06231696461049034790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-18773970453659674132012-02-03T06:09:26.378-05:002012-02-03T06:09:26.378-05:00Matt, welcome, and oh thank you for those wonderfu...<b>Matt</b>, welcome, and oh thank you for those wonderful words.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-40300080159069885212012-02-03T01:08:58.453-05:002012-02-03T01:08:58.453-05:00I drowned in this one -- exceptionally fine writin...I drowned in this one -- exceptionally fine writing.Matt Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09276531398959895160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-72351875043662310592012-02-02T11:11:41.457-05:002012-02-02T11:11:41.457-05:00steven, what ever we give our attention to, provid...<b>steven</b>, what ever we give our attention to, provides some kind of insight. Thanks!<br /><br /><b>erin</b>, I truly love sharing our synchronicity. I learn from you constantly. You are a window. I'll come over and see what you've written.xoxoRuthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-52585313583722208122012-02-02T08:00:32.390-05:002012-02-02T08:00:32.390-05:00whosoever says there is no such thing as synchroni...whosoever says there is no such thing as synchronicity...i just posted (moments ago) a bit on violence that i wrote after watching the movie Water. this synchronicity between us is wild, time and time again, but then this is what life shows us.<br /><br />ian asked the other day, what if the injustices do not balance the joy? i have no answer.<br /><br />your imagery is perfect for me, ruth, a well meaning gore of a fruit upon a non disputable white plate.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-71253795151623903652012-02-02T07:13:39.190-05:002012-02-02T07:13:39.190-05:00the pulling, apart, the cutting, the tearing, the ...the pulling, apart, the cutting, the tearing, the shocks, each a revelation. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-63856368844992619152012-02-02T05:37:36.094-05:002012-02-02T05:37:36.094-05:00Hedge, I actually thought of you and your dreams a...<b>Hedge</b>, I actually thought of you and your dreams as these lines came out. Thank you for your response, and for always facing the violence head on.<br /><br />To <b>The Unknowngnome</b>, thanks so much!<br /><br /><b>Dusty</b>, I really appreciate your thoughtful comments. The power of suggestion is terrifying, really, maybe more than anything. To think that our very fears can be shaped by another! All your points are well taken. It takes constant mindfulness to resist the habits of fear pummeling us through the media, and then into our psyches. Thank you!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-30150304896043533982012-02-02T05:01:33.661-05:002012-02-02T05:01:33.661-05:00Kathleen, I appreciate your response a lot.
Barb...<b>Kathleen</b>, I appreciate your response a lot. <br /><br /><b>Barb</b>, I have to agree with you about that white plate.<br /><br /><b>Loring</b>, thanks, my friend. Your poem and experience sound frightening. How terrifying this human life is, and how beautiful. xoRuthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-48019470760497988032012-02-02T04:54:53.285-05:002012-02-02T04:54:53.285-05:00Nelson, I don't know what it is, but I know th...<b>Nelson</b>, I don't know what it is, but I know that life is incomplete without these seemingly opposing forces. Thank you for your response, big brother.<br /><br /><b>Robert</b>, thank you so much. I feel that you are right, that these intense dreams, the accidents, and the poem were generated by the acute emotions of these last days. It is as if my psyche is calibrating itself to all the goings on.<br /><br /><b>George</b>, thank you for your response and understanding. Even now I cringe at what I've written here, and how harsh these things are. But I agree that we must attend to all things in their essence, go after them, bring them into consciousness.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-41791840473492835372012-02-02T04:27:47.443-05:002012-02-02T04:27:47.443-05:00Auntie, no, I don't often notice connections b...<b>Auntie</b>, no, I don't often notice connections between my dreams and daylight occurrences. I do think there are sometimes "things" in the air that also affect the psyche. Certainly I have had "baby brain" these last days, and have been a bit distracted. I thought I had slowed down, but maybe not quite enough. :-) Thank you for reading, and your comment questions!<br /><br /><b>James</b>, these are certainly strange truths of this human life. But along with the unavoidable wounds we do to one another, also come enormous joys, felt all the deeper for the pain.<br /><br />Dear <b>Vagabonde</b>, your fall sounds quite terrible, and with such a long-lasting residual "stain" (pain). I'm sorry to hear it. Thankfully, my fall did not cause me any damage that I can detect! I feel very fortunate. Thank you so much for your concern.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-54685615074380355562012-02-02T02:21:07.668-05:002012-02-02T02:21:07.668-05:00Powerful Poem Ruth,
I wish more people felt free t...Powerful Poem Ruth,<br />I wish more people felt free to be themselves, including a the truest form of freedom, which is honesty.<br /><br />There is a huge portion of violence that we do not have to tolerate, it's perpetuated by the same people who use the fear of violence, to commit acts of violence. It's through this form of terrorism that they believe they can get away with it. <br /><br />These are people who are cowards, as they violence and fear they spread, is only done because they can remain anonymous. <br /><br />Hang in there, as when one has the courage to stand up against it, often whole societies find the courage to eradicate the despicable forms of it. <br /><br />The miracles start when the People stop believing the lies, that certain violences are unavoidablewhohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17685473418191606910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-13467596729277876262012-02-01T23:37:31.355-05:002012-02-01T23:37:31.355-05:00Well written. Pulled me right in.Well written. Pulled me right in.The Unknowngnomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00310142102993090697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-8860544185868372742012-02-01T23:29:21.029-05:002012-02-01T23:29:21.029-05:00We're surrounded by violence, fear and drama, ...We're surrounded by violence, fear and drama, waking, sleeping, I think our species generates it like random static electricity. So yes, we reflect the larger within ourselves and our lives, and that last stanza holds a huge amount of the mystery of what we do with it. Cutting and sharp as the third stanza event, Ruth.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-34342879014433779312012-02-01T20:21:04.798-05:002012-02-01T20:21:04.798-05:00Hypnotic, full of half-realized fears. Did a poem...Hypnotic, full of half-realized fears. Did a poem "Three Gorges" about sliding out on ice near Benton Harbor, but this takes on the character of the dream of the fall, tumbling off the balcony, beautiful and scary.Loring Wirbelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11764834150305763077noreply@blogger.com