Trudging the Mirage

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trudge

verb

walk slowly and with heavy steps, typically because of harsh conditions.

plod, tramp, tromp, drag oneself, move heavily, walk slowly, plow, slog, toil, trek;

informal: traipse, galumph - (coined by Lewis Carroll in "Through The Looking Glass"; a blend of gallop and triumph.)

mirage

noun

an optical illusion caused by atmospheric conditions, esp. the appearance of a sheet of water in a desert or on a hot road caused by the refraction of light from the sky by heated air; something that appears real or possible but is not in fact so.

optical illusion, hallucination, vision, phantasmagoria, apparition, fantasy, chimera (a thing hoped or wished for but in fact is illusory or impossible to achieve), figment of imagination; literary phantasm.

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Beguiling illusions enthrall

So like those far horizons

One can never really reach,

Believing in their promises

Which vanish or retreat

Except on mountaintops

Where they seem inclined to spawn

Crisp shimmering mirages

While birthing in the breach

Upon their sumptuous height.



Hopes and promises,

Though challenged, yet sustain,

Even so, and even though

If they’re not quickly vanishing,

They are, at least, receding

into some infernal crawl;

Into an ashen emptiness

Where no more lights remain

To fuel further crystal dusk and dawn,

Revealing only arid plain.


’Tween death and birth

Hopes are open-handed.

Yet however far that they pursue

Horizons bright and clear mirage,

Will vanish with the view.

They would not seem to bend

With curvature of Earth

Whose promises imbue

Mirages spherical with light;

So thus, can never end.


Perhaps this poem is but mirage;

Perhaps it's only seeming true;

Perhaps my quest for not the least

Than surer route from me to you

Are all mere convolutions, too, -

Sketched and stretched with promise fading

But whose compelling invitation

Is, like itself, a feast invading

Mirage upon mirage of

Fertile imagination.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay

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What is it now propelling,

Compelling me to write?

It is not a hopeless plight,

It is not my dreams in flight,

It is not what may, but only might,

Which no longer be impediments

Which have sometimes been

And made me stop and write.

So why?

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Yes, why?

Here it is again right now,

That impelling drive.

A force that pushes to address.

In all such moments chooses

To interrupt whate're I'm doing

To pause to jot some lines

Which will not be denied.

Eating, sleeping, bathing, keeping

Routines or others seek,

But whose demands be less

And weak.

Why is it?

The words must be expressed

With all my heart and might,

Immediately obeyed

Else I would burst and make a mess

And that would be an ugly sight.

I write because I must,

Not because of so much joy;

Not because I am depressed;

Not because I feel betrayed;

Not because my heart is light.

I simply write because -

I must.


______© Nellieanna H. Hay

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Thomas Bergersen - Dreammaker (Illusions)


Mirages

Tricks of light require special weather conditions: still air and layers of cooler or warmer air atop each other literally bend the light, creating beguiling illusions beckoning one to seek them out.

Haven't we all thought we actually see that shimmering up ahead, looking all the world like actual water on the hot surface of a road or the image of a butte that seems so real, but is in fact the reflection of the sky produced by conditions in the air? When occurring In the desert sand, these illusions create much larger mirages which can lead thirsty travellers to believe that they are approaching water which lures them to scoop up handfuls of sand and ingest it, thinking to quench the rabid thirst that has almost driven them mad. I wonder whether camels see mirages as ponds of water, too. . .

I wonder which are the mirages and whether the sand is the primeval mirage. Perception is all one has with which to make the distinctions, perhaps.

Could we be mistaken?


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sallybea 2 years ago from Norfolk

Nellieanna - beautifully expressed as only one who sees the world with both eyes, always looking, always seeking to understand.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Sallybea, thank you for being my first visitor to this new hub. That is a lovely tribute; I admit I am such a one. Thank you for noticing.

I just enjoyed a visit to your hubsite where there are many subjects of interest. I also researched your area of England while visiting your site. My late husband and I had a most enjoyable month in Essex near Chelmsford, as guests of friends I met when I was first online in 1997. Of course, that's quite a bit further south than where you are, but it gives me a bit better idea what it is like where you live.

Our hosts took us to so many more out-of-the-way places I doubt most tourists get to visit. Maldon was one I loved.


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Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

Hi Nellieanna

Your pictures and words are so beautifully presented before you even read their meaning. The poems flow through an intellectual and truthful path which takes that beauty into their meaning as well as their appearance. You had me questioning the true mirages! Thought provoking and very beautiful.

Anna


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bravewarrior 2 years ago from Central Florida

Nellieanna, your hubs are always so interesting and creative. The illusions video is a nice touch to this one. The colors are magnificent, as is your talent.

Happy Birthday tomorrow! I hope your day is as beautiful as you are!


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Eiddwen 2 years ago from Wales

Not because of so much joy;

Not because I am depressed;

Not because I feel betrayed;

Not because my heart is light.

I simply write because -

I must.

Oh how I can relate to your beautiful words Nellieanna. Voted up and shared. Here's to wishing you a great weekend my dear friend.

Eddy.


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btrbell 2 years ago from Mesa, AZ

Up and awesome, my friend! How is it that you are able to convey the excited, motivated forward thrust with a cool, calm serene motion? Beautiful, Nellieanna! Thank you!


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Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

Dear Nellieanna, your creative title is perfect to a prelude to your thought-provoking poetry. I have often wondered such about the illusions of light, as we see them, so they are there, but yet they are not! Does make one think of other times when we thought we saw something, but maybe we did not really. Such is life, so full of mysteries, which makes it so wonderful and not boring in the least, just like your poetry dear heart! I am glad Sha mentioned your birthday tomorrow and I hope it is the best one ever, as you deserve the best this life has to offer. Happy Birthday, you poet, you!

Faith Reaper


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sallybea 2 years ago from Norfolk

Nellieanna

Maldon I believe, overlooks the Blackwater estuary which has a very rich and varied history. I will definitely have to put it into my wish bucket of places I would still like to explore.

I have been very fortunate, like yourself to visit an amazing amount of places in the UK but Malden is not one of them.

Thanks for the visit to my pages.

May I too, wish you a Very Happy Birthday.

Best wishes

Sally


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JayeWisdom 2 years ago from Deep South, USA

It is indeed fortunate for your readers, Nellieanna, that you "...simply write because - I must." I'm glad you have an "impelling drive" that causes you to create glorious, vivid poetry and blend it with the other elements--prose, graphics and videos--that make each of your hubs a joyous event to be savored by those who visit it. This one compels the reader to ponder the concept of the mirage in its many guises.

I hope you have a wonderful birthday! Please imagine that I'm singing the "Happy Birthday" song to you and that I'm joined by your numerous fans and friends here on HubPages.

Jaye


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brakel2 2 years ago from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Hi Nellieanna - Once again, your poetry and graphics come from deep inside you, and the readers benefit from your talent. You defined the words and then used them in your work, and I like that. The poem about why you write touches my heart, especially since I am struggling to write a piece that meets all expectations. I need to slow down my thoughts like you and just write whatever comes into my heart. Sometimes, we try too hard. I have many of your hubs pinned, and they look so nice. Thanks for sharing your wonderful talent. Happy birthday to a grand lady. Blessings Audrey Pinning


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ImKarn23 2 years ago

Mirages can be tricky things, that's for sure! And sometimes - we choose to believe things that just aren't there - and never will be..

self-miraging? lol

wise words from a wise woman. Beautiful poetry also, Nellieanna!


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Nell Rose 2 years ago from England

Beautiful as always Nellieanna, Mirages are strange things, the way our mind sees what it wants to see, and can't distinguish the difference between reality and dream, a bit like real life really, Happy Birthday!


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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

Amazingly beautiful hub Nellieanna in every way, the poetry, images, video, definitions of the terms, your whole setting out just sets a bench mark for other hubs. I especially like the passage of poetry that Eddy shared in her comment too. Impressive, voted up.


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BlossomSB 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

A lovely poem and great images to accompany it. Yes, that last part was especially great.


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shanmarie 2 years ago from Texas

Beautiful words, Nellieanna. Both of these poems. . .

The first one almost seems like you pulled my inchoate thoughts from my head and made them articulate. Although, to me, your poems seems nostalgic - if that's the right word, and I'm not sure it is.

And the second, I guess the poet doing what a poet has to do might just be the gist of what you were writing! You were right about that, at least with this particular poem.


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MartieCoetser 2 years ago from South Africa

Awesome, profound and thought-provoking new poems. What a privilege to read your work, Nellieanna, and to observe your beautiful wise and arty soul.

Happy birthday to you on this 2nd of February. May happiness and good health be your most faithful friends forever and a day :)

Sending you tuns of hugs....


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Hello, Anna, and it is so good to see you. Your comments are music to my eyes. I’m glad the presentation comes across. I guess that is as much a part of what I enjoy doing as the actual writing. It’s a bit like a table presentation of a well-cooked dinner. It matters, along with the meal.

Ah, yes. It’s important to question what I've sometimes referred to as the ‘verities’ which we take for granted rather too much if unquestioned from time to time. If they are veritable, they withstand examination. If not - well, obviously we need to give them further thought.

Thank you so very much!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Shauna - thank you. I just discovered Thomas Bergersen and have become a fan. He’s written a bod of what is well-referred to as ‘epic music’. I was pleased to find several pieces of his that fit this hub, but the illustrations of this one's video seemed to fit best. In places, one might think I wrote the poetry for the music but I hadn’t heard any of his work until after I had the hub almost done.

It’s funny how a hub develops sometimes. An idea, then some words, pictures; - and finally, perhaps some music. I had this one mulling around in my mind for quite awhile. It simply started with the idea of mirages and how they relate to many of life’s perceptions which may vanish upon closer inspection and proximity. Anyway, how good it is to stay aware and alert, which is somewhat my everyday guideline.

Thanks, too, for the Birthday wishes. I’m already having some lovely birthday joy. My stepson came by to bring a gift and visit a bit, and I’ve received other lovely greetings and special attention. It’s wonderful, but is delaying my getting replies written and posted here, and such lovely comments there are to which to reply!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Eddy, that is so nice. Of course you relate to those words. We share that pulsating impetus to write!

It is a most good weekend so far. Thank you, my dear!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Hi, Randi Wow. I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I confess to enjoying a measure of juxtaposition and paradox. If that’s the effect here, it’s unintentional, but if so, I’m quite amazed and excited! You've made me smile! Thank you.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear Faitth, thank you. The title actually was to express my first idea for this hub, though initially I thought of ’Trudging Through The Mirage’ but it simply felt too heavy. Trudging conveys enough heaviness without needing further modification. When a word is already so exact, it’s sort of ‘gilding the lily’ and overstating it to do so, isn’t it? It’s a bit like adding that one more accessory too many to an outfit. I liked this title so much better without ’through’. So much of writing involves a fine-tuning that makes it both more exactly what is meant and more pleasant to the eye and ear. Certainly when writing about mirages, that is especially important. And I love that you found it not boring, as well!

Thank you, too for the happy birthday. It really is one, and now it’s past midnight, this is the day. I believe I was born in the wee hours of the day back in 1932. That sounds so long ago now, but at the time, it was quite current! ;-) Since my siblings were born so many years earlier, their birth years seemed ancient and my own natal year always seemed quite ‘modern’, till fairly recently. Now I sort of think, ‘When?’ and wonder if my memory can stretch so far back! It really has been pretty long ago! By the time I’m 100, which at the least I aim to reach in 2032, God willing,1932 really will seem long ago!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Oh, Sallybea, yes! The little port in Maldon where the vessels tie up is fascinating. We went there a couple of times, and each time there were special events. There was one barge named ‘Nellie’ and one named ‘George’ (my husband’s name) at different times. Once there was a crusty looking fellow sitting in a chair on the deck tying and selling those lovely nautical knots that look so celtic. When I admired his work, he gave me one, which I still have. The pub nearby was especially quaint, with very low ceilings with heavy wooden trusses and a door even we shorties almost had to duck to enter! Another time, around the first of May, when I thought it was still quite chilly, children were playing barefoot in the grass above the port area. The explanation our hostess gave was that May 1st is considered summery enough to shed the winter trappings. A game of bowls, which we'd never seen before, was in progress inside a court nearby, with the players all in white uniforms. Contrasted with the vivid green of the grass all around, it was a most beautiful sight.

There were many other wonderful outings during our visit and much good food and drink. We especially loved the outings more out in the country, but our host was a dog trainer for the police in London and we were given special entry into many of the major touring sights. We went to a country fair in Kent on our way to Dover where we ambled through the rebuilt wreckage of the bombing there during WWII, in which my George was in the U.S. Navy, though his area was in the South Pacific. We crossed the Channel in one of those ships that moves across the water on air, visiting Boulogne, France on a lovely spring day. I could go on and on with the many wondrous sights and experiences we were privileged to see and have in your country. We always intended to return to see more in other parts of it and in Scotland, but that was not to be.

I have many photos I took with my first digital camera during our visit. I really should either make a webpage about the trip or a hub about it.

Thank you for the lovely comments and birthday best wishes.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Hello, dear friend Jaye. I’m so gratified that you enjoy my hubs and this one especially. Mirages are phenomena which have fascinated me ever since I was a child and saw them on the highways. It’s intrigued me that one’s perception can be so fooled, and also reminded me that many other of one’s perceptions are somewhat interpretive, rather than factual; and in each instance, there may be enough physical ‘facts’ to stimulate the misperception, but just not as one assumes it to be. In other instances, often one's prevailing impressions are completely self-produced.

As you say, - this concept of mirages can come in many guises. I like that!

I can just hear you and the chorus singing “Happy Birthday” to me right now! That is a lovely thing to imagine and I shall incorporate it into my personal reality! Thank you.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Audrey, you are so gracious. Thank you. I do love to fine-tune word meanings, so that even when I know the words well, I often review their definitions and their synonyms. Sometimes just referring to a definition of a word one intends to use inspires one to expand upon the writing, or to narrow it.

I hope you don’t struggle too much. I understand about meeting all expectations, but I mostly move toward meeting my own, and in that interest, once I write something, may continue fine-tuning it. But certainly one can think a script almost out of its essence if too much perfection becomes the goal. It’s a good feeling and wisdom to know, as Confucius say, ‘when it is enough’’

Most of my earlier prolific poetry writing was 100% spontaneous and I seldom ever changed a word, once I’d written it, always by hand. I figured if I changed it, it became a different poem, in fact. Now, with computers making editing and shifting things around so simple. it's more likely I'll make refinements once I’ve transcribed a poem to the computer. I’m in the process of transcribing my earlier work, as well and sometimes see a few things to change, but then, usually save both the original and the edited versions in the same file as revisions. I just checked and see that I’ve now transcribed 1597 of my poems to my poetry folder on this computer, and there are many more to be transcribed. So I suppose I can honestly claim that I do write because I must! Most often I have not ‘set out’ to write, but it just comes over me. I know of no other way to describe the process, really. There is an imperativeness involved so that I must grab it when it comes to me or out of me, whichever it is!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Oh, yes, my Leslie,-mirages are tricky. Everything about one’s perceptive subjectivity (or subjective perceptivity) is tricky, though. Many things we take for granted, even rather than having chosen to believe, may simply be illusions. Knowing that makes me more humble and tolerant of what others think and believe. We're all in our subjective boats!

As to whether these things that are or may be illusions will never be or be shown to be otherwise, I can’t project. It’s challenge enough to realize that they may be unreal at the present time, and to deal with that strong possibility as I proceed forward. The future, I leave to itself.

Yes, it’s all self-miraging. That was my thought to begin with - that we are constantly encountering and negotiating the mirage we’re in or approaching, because that is the nature of subjectivity, which is what we have in the way of perception. We can have no ‘proof’ other that what we filter through our own preceptors - the senses, the mind, the emotions, the current state of being and all the personal past experience and even indoctrination which give us the ability even to perceive at all. Those ‘things out there’ we assume are as we perceive them may or may not be, and many of our perceptions present and/or have no physical evidence, besides. The most subjective perception that one can mistakenly accept as fact is that it is not subjective! hehe.

Thank you my dear, for your visit and comments!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Oh, yes, Nell. As I just replied to Leslie, distinguishing between reality and dream is very much like ‘real’ life, as we think we know it, - which is one's primary point of distinguishing between fact and fiction, isn’t it - what IS 'real life'? We conclude that there is such a thing which we have, so naturally its characteristics - as we perceive them - seem to be ‘real’ as well.

I’m satisfied with it - (my perception of it) - but am disinclined to to conclude absolutely that my perceptions are ‘right’. Even ‘right’ seems to be conditional and something one decides upon; and it may or may not be right, or at least not unalterably and evermore right. The most important thing seems to me to be to put it to the test by living up to it, which is not always considered part of the deal to folks. I have an adage, ‘the truth will out’, and it does seem to if one allows it the freedom to be revealed without too much prejudice.

Thank you for the compliment and the birthday wish! I’m a very happy birthday girl. Every year of healthy life becomes more like an accomplishment!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Jodah, dear poet, thank you. I’m honored that you consider my work a benchmark, but I only compare it with the vision and standard I set for myself. I tend to reach toward excellence and be dissatisfied with shabbiness here. This is sort of just what I ‘do’.

And others have standards of excellence for their own visions and standards, results of which I enjoy witnessing and savoring. I would be deprived if theirs were other than their own, which are or should be inevitably different from others', even to what level of excellence they embrace. Know what I mean?


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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

Yes Nellieanna, I agree totally. All poets need to find their own style and write what touches them. It would be a boring world if all poets wrote in the same style and all to the same standards. Diversity is what makes it all a joy to read.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

You expressed it so well! I knew you would. Thank you, John.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear Blossom, I appreciate that high praise. I think you refer to especially the last part expressing that I write because I must? Thank you for your visit and thoughtful comments.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Hello, dear Shan. Thank you. ‘Inchoate’ is a word one seldom hears or sees, though it is so fitting to that state of something being only just begun and not fully developed. The full definition & discussion of it are most enlightening, and I've learned that it is very commonly mispronounced, as I have done. No wonder we like and respect words and their meanings! They are our ‘tools’. Misusing or mispronouncing them is like hammering with the tool's handle feather than its business end!

‘Nostalgic’ is another interesting description. Perhaps it’s the essence of personal poetry, both in then ways it harkens to, and even longs for pleasant experiences of the past or pet ideas, expressed in somewhat wistful, romantic or sentimental ways. Some of my poetry certainly does that, even much of it.

The stem word from the Greek, though, primarily refers to pain and ache for those things of home when away from it, and in some forms, borders on melancholy, which is rarely in my poetry or my mind.

Speaking of past memories, Germaine Monteil had an absolutely lovely perfume named “Nostalgia” which not only did I love, but my best friend loved it when we were in college. Then, like many of the products I like, sadly it disappeared from the market. But recalling it is like pulling up an era of my life and the people who populated it then. As so many memories can do, that one leads to another when a Monteil fragrances, ‘Royal Secret’, was given to me at a particularly significant time of my life. sigh.

Interesting words conveying some of your impressions of my poetry here. Thank you for sharing them.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear Martie, - welcome, my cyber-daughter. I’m most gratified that you observe my soul from reading my work. I suppose that is one of its functions, to reveal oneself as accurately as words can. I appreciate your impressions.

It’s become Feb. 2nd now and here I am, up in the wee hours, though I’ve napped a bit along the way getting here.

What more welcome and appreciated gifts than wishes for happiness and good health forever and a day! I take that seriously! Thank you, and for your visit and hugs, as well.


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Pamela99 2 years ago from United States

This is another beautiful poem, the words and the pictures are a beautiful touch. "I write because I must" certainly fits the Nellieanna we know and love. I don't think you could possibly find a more perfect topic, and of course, you expressed your view so beautifully. Your writing is truly unique and always a joy to read.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thank you, Pamela! I am so pleased that you came by and found it worthwhile. Being a joy to read is a wonderful feeling. Being unique is, perhaps, another way to say authentic. I love it.


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Pamela99 2 years ago from United States

Those comments are certainly well deserved!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

You're making my (birth)-day! Thank you! :-)


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Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

Happy birthday! I hope you have had a great day. :)


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thank you, Anna! It's been quite a happy one and promises to keep on reverberating awhile, which is fun. I believe in stretching it out most of the month, if possible. . I've had lovely visits, calls and greetings, some presents (though the visits and calls count the most!) and assurances that presents are still to be arriving from my relatives up north. Just great!


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JayeWisdom 2 years ago from Deep South, USA

Nellieanna - I'm glad your actual birthday (day) has been a happy one, and stretching it out for a longer celebration sounds like a great idea to me. Birthdays are meant to be celebrated!

Jaye


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thank you, Jaye! I think birthdays are to be celebrated and enjoyed, for sure. It means that the 'number' one comes to on that day completes that many years of LIFE. So I have 82 years behind me and am now working on 83 en route to 100 or more!

The only Feb. 2nd in my life that was somewhat dimmed was in 1973, when I was 41 and alone in a deep sense. But the ratio now of 81:1 is strongly in favor of Happy Birthdays! :-D

deep sense. But the ratio now of 81:1 is strongly in favor of Happy Birthdays! :-D

By the way,- I love your rose profile pic and congratulations on another high HP score!


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JayeWisdom 2 years ago from Deep South, USA

Nellieanna - I like your philosophy, and I'm so glad you enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) your birthday!

I'm pleased you like my rose profile photo, as its coloration is my favorite. Taking pictures of my roses is a way to enjoy the best of the blooms even after they've gone for the season.

As for the HP score, I'll confess I have no idea what causes it to go up (or down). It's especially puzzling when my traffic significantly decreases at the same time the score rises, which happened recently.

Jaye


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Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Ahhh…the mirage; this is one of my favorites, Nellieanna. We can prove its “sight” in realty or its “existence” with a photograph…yet is it not true that a picture never “lies”?

Chimeras (I love that word) -- these inventions or beings of our imagination -- beckon, tweak and beguile But such is the irresistible beauty and fascination of self-discovery; the journey that continues to seek upon itself, define, and redefine, in ways that are indefatigably seductive. And, invariably, we do write because we must.

This is some of your finest work, dear Nellieanna…I just loved this hub! Hugs. :-)


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Dear Jaye, I started to reply to your comment a couple of hours ago, but popped over to your hub site for a better look at that lovely rose on your profile, and while there, became enchanted with your hub on homemade dog food because I used to make homemade cat food for our cats! Of course, in my usual manner, I wrote a mini-hub comment on your hub. I’m incorrigible!

I envy those of you who grow roses. I’m better at arranging cut flowers than I am at growing them, though I’ve never really earnestly tried. My late older sister Ruth was a great grower of them and it was common for her to thrust a rose or several into my hand whenever she came to visit. She was as dramatic as her roses, and along with the bouquet, she usually presented some thought-provoking question or statement to accost one's mind as she entered, - or should I say - as she swept into the room! During her visits I seldom fully recovered from the 'duh' moment of her entrances. I miss her so.

The colors of yours are among my very favorites, too. I love coral and yellow ones, too. How right you are that having photos of your blooms keeps them accessible when their growing season has passed. Even writing a poem about them keeps them alive in a sense.

Outside my kitchen window I do have a wondrous japonica bush which already has little buds. It starts blooming in February, becoming a mass of coral blossoms which last till the weather gets hot. It’s not much to look at then; but I've pictures of it in bloom to cheer me. The same with volunteer lilies that spring up briefly in my back yard each year.

I know what you mean about the HP scores. Mine has been as high as 97 but has been lingering in the high 80s lately. The only thing I’ve done differently (and that didn’t change the score for a long time) is omit ads on my hubs. Minor fluctuations that happen now at this lower level are inexplicable, other than that brisk traffic when I first publish will be followed by a lull, which shows as downward activity, of course. I publish consistently but not constantly, but I do circulate among and comment on others’ hubs. I don’t measure my work's value by those scores, but they are puzzling and seem rather illogical, when noticed. One seldom hears anyone claim to fully understand them! haha.

Thank you for the revisit! I always enjoy hearing from you.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Genna - I love your comments. Interesting points about the ability to photograph mirages which look as much like the ‘real thing’ in them as to the naked eye, yet are merely illusions caused by atmospheric conditions. I like the point about whether pictures lie or not!

I’m so convinced that everything we perceive is mainly determined at a subjective level of truth, that it is always interesting to me to mull around an acknowledged illusion such as mirage which can actually be shared and agreed to be an illusion of perception. So many of one’s perceptions are so individual that even the same ‘reality’ being perceived by others which is not the same as one’s own, yet is assumed to be objectively the same and therefore, surely seen as the same.

When I began considering this many years ago, I found it difficult to articulate what I perceived about subjective perception, especially because it seemed so odd to others. But that it’s not realized and even that it seems preposterous to most folks is another evidence of its subjective reality which leads to further investigation of how it works. Of course, one has only one’s own example to investigate at those depths, which is a subjective limitation! ;-) Just noticing that, though, makes one a bit more tolerant.

It seems that common language itself probably disguises the subjecttivity involved. When one comments on a view being shared, pointing out the mountains or streams, the colors and impressions of the view, the commonly used words for what is being perceived and described make it seem that everyone is seeing the view alike, when, in fact, it’s not quite so. We have only our own clear perception of it, so can have no real clue how or what anyone else may be actually experiencing of it, when the words mutually being used agree with the ones we use for our own impression. We assume our impression is the standard and what it IS 'out there'. We have none other! When it’s simply a matter of whether or not the view or the color is liked by the viewers, usually we can accept those differences in tastes, but we're still assuming it involves the same stimulus as we perceive it. It’s not much of a problem when it’s vistas we are so assuming to be the same or merely tastes on which we differ. Problems do arise when it’s concepts and beliefs filtering through the subjective paraphernalia and coming out in differing and/or disagreeable words, though, - even when perhaps the basic concepts and beliefs may not be that at odds if truly understood, with the contention arising from ill effects of words expressing them.

Nice thing about mirages, though. We’re all able to experience them and grasp that they are optical illusions; and in so admitting, we’ve already identified one of the subjective sensors with which subjective perceptions are made - the optical ones! That drew me to using it to promote my theory. hehe. Besides, I just love the whole sense of amazement with mirages and, as you eloquently put it, with that “indefatigably seductive’ aspect of life’s pursuit of self-discovery and imagination. How can anyone ever be bored or have nothing to do? For that matter, how can anyone’s mind deteriorate with so many things to keep it occupied? Seems like deterioration would have to catch it first! Anyway, I hope so.

Thank you for that high praise, Genna. I’m so pleased that you like this hub. Hugs.

BTW. I watched the DVD of “The Legend Of Bagger Vance”, whose theme scene, “Seeing The Field”, you highlighted in your hub, “A Writer’s Passage”. The movie is a marvelous story, about golf, but mostly about one’s life, soul and self-discovery. Thank you for steering me to it. Too bad I didn’t discover the film when it first came out while George was alive. He loved golf passionately all his life, loved to think and would have really loved the movie.


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AudreyHowitt 2 years ago from California

I often wonder how it is that poetry finds the poet--makes a vessel of that poet and pours out ---I love it when poets write about their process--it always speaks to me--Lovely work!


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jhamann 2 years ago from Reno NV

I love your poetry and hub. I also write "because.." I do and I would not know how to live if I didn't. Thank you for your thought provoking lines. Jamie


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Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

I’m so pleased you picked up the DVD on Bagger Vance. And you are so right, Nellieanna. That clip personifies all of those elements you mentioned perfectly, as well as a kind of redemption. As Bagger said, “There’s a perfect shot out there trying to find each and every one of us…what we got to do is get ourselves out of its way.” “There’s only one shot…authentic.…where everything “becomes” one.” “You got to seek that place with your soul, Junah.” His golf swing and the match, “seeing the field,” provided the metaphor or analogy. :-)


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Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Ohhh...I almost forgot. I'm sorry. :-( Happy Birthday, dear Nellieanna! My granddaughter's was last week -- the 29th -- she is now a year old. A very special birthday time for very special ladies. :-)


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Audrey - Thank you! Amazing how apt your words are: “. . . that poetry finds the poet--makes a vessel of that poet and pours out . . . . “. It feels like that when one just has the words almost demanding to be written; and then, of course, one must write them. It is like literally becoming their vessel - and their vassal.

I must smile about that, too, because, as an Aquarian, our symbol is a woman holding a vessel as she pours out the contents, which is usually equated with showering the symbolically thirsty with symbolic water.

I do find it valuable to share the process, both of writing poetry and about thinking and processing in various areas. Each of us is so individual that our own processes only can be reported by each one of us, if they are to be known. When shared, perhaps it can clarify some of the unknowns and mystery about these things, allowing them to become more understandable for the one involved and for others who may have wondered about them. More understanding promotes more harmony, I think. I enjoy analysis, so perhaps it’s simply one of my peccadillos. It’s nice to hear that you enjoy it and that it speaks to you; probably because you think in similar veins!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Jamie, I just treated myself to reading a couple of your sonnets. Delightful! I must follow you. Don’t know why I already haven’t, in fact. You write with such passion and verve and in a most interesting style. I’m so gratified that you enjoy mine! Thank you.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Genna, ah, yes. 'Bagger Vance' is quite a story. It is certainly a kind of redemption. The man finally came out of his shadows into his light! What a moment! What a personal epiphany for him! The scene in the woods, when he confronted his old wounds and let them go; - incredibly moving.

I’m fond of the word ‘authentic’ with its profound meaning, which this film highlights and demonstrates so beautifully. Somewhere (not sure whether in the film or elsewhere) I heard ‘authenticity’ equaled with ‘soul’; what a profundity that is to contemplate. It’s like having peeled off all the extraneous masking and defensiveness so that the core of one’s being stands free and clear and permeates all one does, whether it is golfing or some other kind of means of genuine self-expression.

There are so many astounding ideas and quotations in the film. “Golf - is not a game to be won, but only played.” Doesn’t that ring true for Life, as well? There’s the whole message of finding what one is truly created to do as a means of expressing one’s soul. It simply is a matter of getting out of its way and letting what is ready to happen, to go ahead and happen; though it may not always be easy because it’s most needed in the moment when one may be the most tensed up and concerned about oneself and one’s place in the sun, if any. But its exactly then that, if we can relax and allow it to happen, we discover it was never elsewhere outside ourselves, but simply buried and obscured by extraneous stuff. Once we realize that, it’s never hidden from ourselves again and it becomes the natural thing to express it in one’s life and in one’s own way.

Thank you for the birthday well wishes. I love to stretch it out. And Happy First birthday to your granddaughter, too, the first of many to follow! I know she’s special. You might notice my comment about Aquarians to Audrey in a comment above.

My birthday keeps happening, by the way! Today I received a lovely gift box of goodies from my daughter-in-law, who IS herself a most wonderful gift I’ve fairly recently been given, along with two of my grown sadly long-estranged grandchildren and their children.

In fact today has been sort of a Bagger Vance day for me in several ways. Two things I’d ‘lost’ or misplaced have shown up, though I’d searched and searched in vain, retracing steps in their pursuit, in each of their different time-frames. Suddenly thoughts came to me in moments of clarity, logically knowing where each of them had to be and sure-enough - voila! I felt so empowered that I am assured of some other more major areas in which I can and will succeed in ‘seeing the field’. It’s utterly exhilarating!


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shanmarie 2 years ago from Texas

Yes, words are grand. Inchoate may be a word seldom used, but it said exactly what I wanted to say in this instance and nostalgia may not have been the exact word, but then again, maybe it was. Both uses you describe seem to fit. Painful longing may rarely be in your thoughts, but it would make sense within the context of your poems.

I had more to say, but I'll email it to you - lest you admonish me in public, in which case I'd probably deserve it. Ha!


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

I understand and think it's all cleared up! :-)


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aviannovice 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

It is amazing what fertile mirages we can conjure up when we sit in peace and quiet. I find myself in another world altogether, just gathering, seeding, and picking the produce from my time spent as myself.


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Oh, yes, Deb. So true. Who is to say which is the more real world? For a human being - - (perhaps for all living creatures) - - our inner world, including our perception of what it 'out there', is really the one in which we consciously live and operate as individuals. What a system which can afford each individual such individuality within its own setup! Or maybe - that IS its own setup. Yegads!

Thank you for a great comment!


Vincent Moore 2 years ago

My life has been a mirage in many aspects, you take your readers into an enchanting world dear poet. I need my space and often being alone, away from it all stimulates my senses back to reality. I often wonder about quantum physics, the thin vale that separates our world from another's. Maybe we are simply reflections looking back. Oh the mysteries of life and beyond. Beautiful work here as always and your videos always enhance it. Hugs


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

Ah, Vincent. We share the need for our space and often being & having been alone in each of our lives. It’s been that way for me most of my life, in fact. I learned as a kid to ‘entertain myself’ and it wasn’t with lots of interactive toys, other than books, - but arose from and with seeing my surroundings and interacting with them, and thinking a lot.

At the ranch, I’d imagine many scenarios such as that it was a dude ranch and I was the person that would have been called a social director but I didn’t know that term. But I’d keep my imaginary guests busy with doing fun things, mostly imaginary ones, sometimes using whatever ‘props’ were handy, such as a sheep trough being the swimming pool, and a beverage made from soaking lemon rinds being an exotic tropical drink (no ice, since we had no electricity!) haha. Of course, horses were real and hiking around in the cactus and venturing into the canyons was sometimes attempted. My kitty, Lady Blue, would allow me to dress her in doll clothes and tuck her into bed (a box mother painted and added legs for to make a doll bed.) Possibilities were infinite and the day usually ended too soon to investigate all of them, especially since, without electricity, those kerosene lamps and lanterns tended to made going to bed soon after sunset seem appealing.

Then, by interesting contrast, our time in town during the school months provided other interesting experiences and stimuli for imagination and thought. Only part I dreaded was the trip back and forth - especially crossing the Pecos River Canyon - which then involved a treacherous journey in our Model T down one side and up the other on narrow, sharp-turns cut literally out of the face of the canyon. I'd usually ask if we couldn't 'turn around and go back' when we approached that from either direction! The sound of the car shifting into 2nd gear was a scary sound to my young ears. I usually buried my face till we had shifted back into the regular driving gear, when we pulled safely out of the canyon. Now it's spanned by a high bridge so that there's no need to even slow down. Possibly unsuspecting drivers don't even notice what they've just crossed!

The main thing about it was that life was always full and exciting to me, and usually virtually alone. One develops a relationship with oneself and the privacy of it which I suppose people who are always immersed with people and things never know. I am never lonely or at a loss for ‘something to do’ - when alone or wherever.

It’s in those times that one’s mind explores possibilities and wonders what-if. I’ll not be surprised to find that there is nothing but, as you say, reflections looking back or part of a single entity in which we re the equivalent of its cells or even its DNA. I have abundant faith - in what IS, and could never claim to KNOW what that is but always entranced to ponder it - and to see and experience its own artistry, creativity and genius. I feel pretty sure that ‘we’ are part of all that and have more of those qualities than we often discover because we’re too immersed in trivialities & problems we insist on creating for ourselves, many of which are only in our minds, keeping us distracted from much more amazing things that would be there, if only they could claim our attention long enough. haha.

Thank you, my dear poet friend, for a great comment, as you’re so good at making! Have a great rest of the weekend. I have the Olympics on, do you? Amazing stuff!


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LadyFiddler 2 years ago from Somewhere in the West

Another masterpiece Nellie i love it and your graphics are just classical . How are you ? Hope all is well.

Thanks for sharing your lovely work with us i am yet fascinated by your poetic style, use of modern technology and graphic designs at your age. Golly! You're good i must give you credit for it. Shared it also :)


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Nellieanna 2 years ago from TEXAS Author

You're so kind. Actually I'm in Del Rio. We drove straight to the ranch - it's an all-day trip, = got some stuff done and came over here for the night. It's a hundred miles between Del Rio and the ranch. Will head back out there tomorrow to take care of some more chores and go back home Sunday. don't usually bring my computer but needed it for some ranch business while here.


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pstraubie48 22 months ago from sunny Florida

I get it....you write because "I must" you say. Yes indeed. And this piece is outstanding. "Mirage upon mirage of fertile imagination"...

Our thoughts woven and shared on the gentle tapestry that lends it to be read by others. And each of us makes it part of who we are by having read it.

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Nellieanna 22 months ago from TEXAS Author

Dear pstraubie, Patricia. What a lovey comment. Thank you. I appreciate the votes too.

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