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Saturday, December 09, 2006


III Creavitity in the Osho Zen Tarot


Actaeon was turned
into a hunted stag
for his temerity.

I am rooted dumbstruck
when I surprise a Goddess
at Her bath, golden dress dropped
in a sudden sweep around Her feet,
slim arms still arched above Her head,
the long fall of night suffused
by Her naked grace.

Before fall is completely past, I thought I'd post this 1994 poem of mine. I saw this tree at night from a bus window. I'd never seen a tree that had clearly dropped all its leaves at once around it, nor leaves that were such a lovely yellow. The impact of this vision stayed with me for the rest of the several hour bus ride.

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Resource: Skyline Magazine, "Poetry, Stories, Art, Music...bringing the world together through art."

‘til next time, keep dreaming,


[aka: Patricia Kelly]

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At 2:22 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

An excellent concept to turn the seeing of the fallen leaves into goddess shedding her robes!

I imagine a Wordsworth type would have made that an extended metaphor as part of a much longer poem :-)


At 8:24 PM , Blogger Roswila said...

My response to the sight was an awe I could only compare to that of a sacred, accidental vision. And I love trees, so a Goddess was an immediate association.

Ah, I have wondered about the length of this poem. I have felt it might want to be longer. Yet when I sat with it to let it go further, it refused to. Guess it didn't want to follow in Wordsworth's footsteps. :-)


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