TWINGES OF LIGHT

XCVII.

Life

Is

Light

And

Radiant.

LIfe,

Light,

Love.

Too simple.

Too profound.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay



When I looked into

The depth of you

It wasn't long before I knew

Its song of truth and passion.


I'd become a fuller me

Inside the lee

Of shelter there

From churning storm and sea.


It soon was clear

For long that here

I shall be free

In this my fashion.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay




A new idea must reconcile

With older ones

And when it does,

It resembles

Neither.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay



I flit, I fly

Up here on high

And wonder why

I seldom land.


But if I land,

It's with a jolt.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay









IMPEDIMENTS

That transparency

Which is circumstance

Encloses

Encases

Enfolds

Engulfs

To separate

More than concrete walls.


With its invisible fibers

Needs are severed

From fulfillments

Brothers isolated

From brothers

By brothers.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay




I want to not burden you with me.


I hunger for your thoughts

And eagerly devour your every word,

In search of its meaning.


Yet when it has all been said

There is nothing to be known

Not known before.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay




Bottles - buckets - jars -

Pots and pans and old tin cans.

Hurry!

All defense is leaking!

I fear how great

Its flood may be

Upon release.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay





Source


Deliberately

It happens

Spontaneously

When it is right.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay



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21 comments

Sunnie Day 4 years ago

Hello Nellie,

So happy to see you! This was so lovely.

"A new idea must reconcile

With older ones

And when it does,

It resembles

Neither"

This rings such truth. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful hub filled with your beautiful words.

Hugs,

Sunnie


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Ruby H Rose 4 years ago from Northwest Washington on an Island

What a beautiful poem all the way around, love the pictures, verse, everything!


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Sunnie - what a thrill for you to be my first visitor here! I appreciate your kind and gratifying comments! Yes, it does seem to ring true. Change comes and it really IS change! If we were to plan everything and get ony what we had planned, what a dull life that would be. The surprise and even the friction has its place in the scheme of a life.

Thank you!


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Ruby, thank you. I'm delighted you chose to stop by my hub and leave wonderful comments - I"m pleased that you enjoyed it all!


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christopheranton 4 years ago from Gillingham Kent. United Kingdom

Nellieanna, as they say in Ireland, you must have "swallowed a dictionary". But if you did, you are certainly able to regurgitate the words in most exquisite arrangements, to make such beautiful and uplifting poetry.

Thank you. Long may you carry on.


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Pamela99 4 years ago from United States

This is thoughtful and beautiful poetry. The flower pictures were perfectly placed within the poetry. No one does it quite like you. Rated beautiful!


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Christopher, I'm so flattered that you approve. I do love words, but my poetry tends to use them very modestly. :-) Only someone with your sensitivity to language would notice, and you're sure right that arrangement is more a factor than sophistication. Being brief just calls for careful selection to say what is intended. hehe. Thank you!

And I like your new profile picture. Your kitty has such darling spats!


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Pamela - thank you! The florals really pleased me and your comments please me too!

So many things in nature express light, but what more than lovely back-lit white petals? It seems to be coming FROM them, whereas many other things merely reflect it. (Notice the strung sequins I included which illustrate that.)

Hugs. Your new photo is lovely, by the way!


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

So many beautiful truths expressed here, Nellieanna, but my favorite is: "Life exists not because it is reasonable - Rather, it is reasonable because it exists." I guess we could also say the same about Love ... and Death. Very profound, m'dear.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

DRBJ Thank you so much! I felt an odd sort of certainty of that statement when writing it. Yes, it's kind of logical sensitivity or sensitive logic which does fit other major phenomena such as those you mention, all of which more analytic explanations easily escape. Perhaps they are so interrelated as to be nearly obvious . . . . and yet so tenuous as to be nearly impossible to happen other than because of proof by existence.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Dearest Nellieanna, Sunnie Day and i agree on this, as much as we agree on so much of your lovely works. I almost chose the one she quoted, and then, spoiled for choice, I found this:

"Try to not

Make your sense

Out of another's

Inspiration

and let him tell you

What it is."

Such a lovely hub; so, so perfect, as are you.

Big Hugs,

Ian


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear, dear Ian. Thank you. You are both so dear to me. But you'll give me a big head with such lavish praise. :-)

That happens to be one of my most heartfelt little lines and you are the first person who's ever commented on it.

I've wondered if I failed to express it - or whether it is too foreign an idea! I suspect that mostly we go around interpreting so automatically that, of course, what we do is make our own sense of others' most wondrous thoughts and fail to give them the chance to enlighten us. Our presumption precludes our even mentioning what we've decided so it might be enlightened. That may have merit, too, if it causes us to think! But how much we may miss that way.

The contrast of 'making sense out of' and perceiving 'inspiration' is the crux of the poem, I think.

Hugs.


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SilentReed 4 years ago from Philippines

The attraction of your poetry is their spontaneity. For want of a better definition, it is like being actually there, a silent witness sharing the experience as a Chinese calligrapher give life to the words in bold and free brush strokes. Not reading or appreciating it only after the work is done. Two totally different experience.

I like this best....

Bottles - buckets - jars -

Pots and pans and old tin cans.

Hurry!

All defense is leaking!

I fear how great

Its flood may be

Upon release.

...may I ask from where the inspiration? :)


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Silent Reed - what a lovely accolade. I'm humbled.

It's so that my poetry is all spontaneous. It wasn't/isn't written for the purpose of being viewed, but only to express what has arisen from inside or from being personally experienced or observed .

That one you quote was written during a changing time in my life in which I'd truly been so bottled up in so many ways, almost enough to lose my whole identity, but was feeling stirrings of an enormous release, - which actually was to come, but not without considerable trauma, though I did very little different to promote it other than to quietly write my poetry in which I expressed and found myself still 'in there' alive and well. Even so, my becoming more whole proved more than the circumstances could quietly accept and it did burst out in spite of everything.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Hi Nellieanna, I appreciate your play on light with the gorgeous photos of white iris and delicate flower buds, really enjoyed this theme: "Life is light and radiant". And I am intrigued with how the light and transparant becomes an enclosing image, almost like a trap, (but perhaps a cocoon). There is a lot of tension, a sense of alienation? War perhaps, with the Brothers isolated reference. A lot going on in these poems that is puzzling, almost disconnected, like a dream. I am going to read the comments to see what others have to say. And I shall listen to the music while I muse, thank you! Regards, snakeslane


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

An afterthought Nellieana, it was the one poem 'Impediment' that I was describing as being disconnected like a dream. I got a good clue when I saw the video clip. Looking forward to your reply.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Snakeslane - thank you for the sensitive comments. I adore white flowers - their delicate appearance, frequently, their translucency - (unless they're more the waxy kinds - which are usually more ivory-colored), their heavenly fragrance, their suggestion of purity. I adore color as well - and, after all, white light is all color in one - so fitting for a theme about light, one of my favorite subjects. Yes, these images can gather one up into a cucoon-like state of being.

Many of these poems were written more recently, but some of them were near the time of that poem, "Impediments", which was written in the fall of 1971, when my life was its most dangerously entrapped, incidentally. I read profusely - mostly non-fiction - and at that time, had brief access to some slightly more Eastern influences which piqued my feeling that the way it was, perhaps, was not meant to be my whole fate. It was a year of becoming - or starting to become - for me. I had written this that spring:

RAIN DANCE

I felt that for too long

I’d done my rain-dance

In a sterile planetarium

Wanting, seeking

Life-giving water,

But afraid

To beseech the sky.

And why?

Because I sensed

It nourishes

But it also

Devastates.

Quandary had I.

To risk – or just, in thirsty fear - to die?

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

spring, 1971

I was, indeed trapped -- but was a history buff and was reading Durant's "Story of Civilization" - and was keenly aware of the tragedy of social and personal entrapment - and of the underlying cause - man's inhumanity to man. I didn't write much on that scope but "Impediments" touches on it. It does depict a terrible disconnection and isolation. There are a few other poems which touch on that, but mostly, my poetry was my own positive connection with who I am and what I was able to become as myself. But my awareness was keen and often personal that all forces were not necessarily contributing, - so it was pretty much a do-it-yourself project if I was to survive intact. I suppose my poetry as well as my personal comments reflect that - personal responsibility for one's truth, which means focusing on it, rather than on all the ugly stuff others do to put up roadblocks - though one must be aware of the realities. That's why I'm a realistic optimist and an optimistic realist. :-)

I appreciate your in-depth comments so much!


Vincent Moore 4 years ago

A perfect hub as always filled with inspiring thoughts, your imagination fulfills my day, it allows me to sit back, look deep within myself and note that there are beautiful things in life to scribe about, yet my pen dips in the sea of murk and mire and thus I pen from my dark side. I feel so clean and refreshed when I depart from your beauty. You are a breath of fresh air for this poet. Keep sharing your magnificent work, you lift up my spirits always my friend.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Ken -I'm so happy that my words lift up your spirits!

I feel that contrast for you which you describe. But isn't this natural? It's no accident that we have both night and day, light and dark, depths and heights, black and white. We all experience both, daily and throughout our lives. We have choices upon which to focus, especially our artistic aims. But that is good. We also each focus on both from time to time. It's part of balance and reality. Perhaps how we deal with life's realities demonstrates more of our focus than our artistic output. At least, that's where our blood pressure and sense of being gets its input, perhaps.

We can find transfusions from various sources which may lift our spirits and nourish our souls, & often they are found in and so come from our own artistic efforts. Even the intimate awareness of a sea of murk and mire may help clarify and so can contribute to a lift of its burden. It doesn't require living in it, thank goodness!


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mckbirdbks 4 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Some hubs I read yours I visit with the anticipation of being lifted to another plateau.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Mike - then I hope I'll never disappoint! Thank you, dear man.

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