Woodsmoke and Possibility....
by Diana Wiles
Thursday, April 30, 2015
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A Summer evening on distant shores, and the smell of woodsmoke floating in on a whimsical breeze....
WOODSMOKE AND POSSIBILITY.....
I breathed deeply of the sweet night air,
and Woodsmoke and Possibility drifted in
on a whimsical breeze.
A memory of a sweet evening surfaced,
floating in without invitation...
I am hand in hand, heart to heart with my Love,
on dreamy, distant shores.
We stop to listen to an eager stream beneath us,
the cool, fresh water rushing, rushing,
and before we knew it
another chapter of the infinite Book of Life
was upon us....
The Possibilities, even then as the sweet smell of Woodsmoke
filled our sharpened senses, were endless,
but a deep, sad ending had begun
and Destiny tinged still with Possibility
would have her way..
Look at the deep, deep darkness
and inscrutable mystery of the night sky,
the Universe majestic in its awesomeness,
myriad points of ancient light drawing our
ever curious gaze,
and tell me you are not fascinated by Possibility!
This vast ocean of splendour,
eternal banquet for the senses
which connects us to its quantum interface
is an endless stream of exciting, mesmerising Possibility...
I breathe deeply again of the sweetness and bewitching aroma
of Woodsmoke, and feel embraced by the Numinous,
surrounding my whole body and soul.
All at once I am acutely aware of my place
upon our amazing Planet of energy
and of the abundant choices Life may offer...
A chance meeting here, unexpected journey there,
and existence can be transformed in an instant.
Chance, synchronicity, Fate?
My Moonrock hangs languidly,
Mellow, safe and reassuring,
our much needed human constant
in days of confusion and uncertainty,
The Milky Way her spectacular backdrop..
A shooting star explodes way above
and I am in reverential awe of this final burst
of Cosmic energy..
I raise my arms...
Outstretched in gratitude,
and yet again inhale the enticing perfume of Woodsmoke..
entangled with endless and tantalising Possibility...
WE ARE STARDUST.......
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Yes, Diana the possibilities are endless and abundant in your memory of your loved one and he would know and feel it well from any corner of heaven.
Be well, Amor
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|Galaxtic and still down to earth. This is Golden.|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Beautiful! You drew me in and wound woodsmoke into my hair and mind. I love looking at the night-time sky and feeling the stars press upon my mind. At no other time do I so closely feel one with the universe. Loved this poem!!
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Wow! You take us for a mesmerizing ride here. Epiphany after epiphany explodes in me as I read--how we are one and the same with creation/ creator...not in any blasphemous sense, but that e are truly a part of the cosmos.
Years ago Paul Harvey, in "The Rest Of The Story", said something along this vein that changed the way I looked at myself forever. He told of how a brain surgeon was astounded by the Hubble Telescope, (it had just been adjusted from foggy to crystal clear vision)...anyways, the photos of far away galaxies, according to this dr were remarkably similar to the way brain cells looked under telescope lens. Nucleus being orbited by electrons and protons in vivid color, in clusters of atoms--thousands in a teaspoon was eversomuch like planets circling Suns, and clusters of a thousand-fold Suns swirling in vivid color under Hubble's lens. So I had some of the same thoughts here. It is remarkable and awe-inspiring.
|Reviewed by Isabella Koldras
|....the growth opportunity is...most of the time...on the other
side of fear. Your message Diana....is clear...even if it's a little
scary...go...follow your heart...the smoke that emanates from
the burning wood....which denotes a good omen of an internal
peace...it pokes the passion...of life...instead of rationalising it.
Great actionable verse...capable of being put into action and
having practical value. Thanks for sharing.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|... we are Golden! And you've got us all back into The Garden with this lovely write, Diana! :) I like the way you capitalise those nouns which are the instrumental catalysts you feel drawn to focus upon. It is said that smell is the keenest sense for recording and recalling memory so you choose well - wood smoke is heavenly and extremely evocative and provocative. Here the sensual unlocks the spiritual. You take us there. xx|
|Reviewed by John Domino
|Poetically expressing outdoor life. Very nicely done! That's living!|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
The drifting scents of woodsmoke and the sparkle of the Milkyway.
A beautiful poem to embrace your poetic flair.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Imagery so rich has one smelling the woodsmoke and joining in the awe; wonderment and the continued thread that unites us ancient times.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Woodsmoke would likely do my allergies good, now to get my apt complex to allow me to burn wood in my front yard...I think I may just have to survive on allergy medicine...a wonderful poet, young lady, thanks for posting it...-e-|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A beautiful poetic offering that awakens the mind to possibilities. Thank you for sharing this soulful experience, Diana. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Oh Diana, this is beautiful and profoundly speaks to my heart.
|Reviewed by Edward Phillips
|This is an absolutely superb rendering, Diana. Those who can look upon the landscape, the universe, or life and see Possibilities are the thinkers, the doers, and the lovers of life! What a great write...|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You have a keen sense of the night and no memory of many campfires from a deep, dark ancestral past when romance leapt from the darkness under the stars.
|Reviewed by Michael Schafer
|A real banquet for the senses.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Woodsmoke is delightful, and you have given us many meanings of that delight herein the body of this superb poem . . .|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Thank you for the wonderful journey...I can smell, see, and feel your words. Fantastic!
|Reviewed by J. Roseline
|A great philosophical rendering...it took me thru different worlds.. like in a movie, and i understood the beauty of it all..JK Roseline|