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“What lies behind you and what lies in front
of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Image: by mec… hiking along the headwaters of the San Joaquin River
Having absolved a bias of the Devil’s Postpile,
We descend deeper into a rugged canyon,
Steeply-walled, where the
Southern, central &
Here, in a rare confluence
Of climates, the San Joaquin River
Finds its inception as snow in the mountains…
Eyes pleasure in a rich mix,
Distinctive & charming, where an
Intermingling of flora– the Eastern aspen,
Juniper and sagebrush, intermingled with the Western
Fir, alder and gooseberry- captures our affections…
As we go, eager
Eyes absorb a
Mosaic of pebbles &
Boulders steadfastly fixed in and along
The tortuous descent in motley textures smoothed
By a rivers flowing incessancy… suddenly,
From this vast expanse of
Forms & nuances, a
Particular thing catches her eye,
She cried pointing
Towards the water’s edge where
Another of nature’s panoptic illustrations lay
Fixed firmly in amongst a myriad
Wash of shapes,
A representation (of sorts)
For keen eyes,
In a place
So fickly inclement;
A picture of deeper resolve,
With regard to human hardship,
Grounded well that- despite the
Many storms endured throughout a lifetime-
Remain recognizable in an ever-changing landscape
richard lloyd cederberg
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|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|I love Ralph waldo emerson... this lines you have written are so comforting.|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
The ageless heart of winds and storms stands ore a marvelous
discovery. Wonderful walk through the canyons as I follow
your footsteps of unique poetry.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|A detailed depicting of Nature's exquisite wonders that strike the scanning eyes of the heedful observer allowing their aesthetical lenses to be acutely in harmonious function.
Blissed are the hearts that pump wonders and beat to diffuse their beauty.
Healthy blissful day!
In respect and appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|a heart that can stay true through it all must mean something , a greater good, a greater respect perhaps. nature can be beautiful in interesting ways to our minds eye!|
|Reviewed by steve Chering
|you're very very good.|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|You connect us deeply to the natural world here in this stunning multi-layered piece of poetry, Richard, and to the ever-changing landscape and those heartrocks etched within.
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|To read your excellent poem and astute descriptions of your time in a rugged canyon is almost like being there with you and your wife. Your expressive words take me there, on the trail with you as I see the heartrock and make my way down to solid ground.... remembering.
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Love this, Richard. It has the same attention to detail and total absorption of atmosphere that I was pressed to apply when trying to chronicle my experiences of The Grand Canyon back in 2009. When we are so small compared to the wonders of the amazing and absolutely VAST natural world, we want to have its every tiniest detail etched on our memory and taken into our very DNA. So a profound and spiritual experience, too. Ever-changing landscapes make us also forever-changed. xx|
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|Nothing quite like hiking along a steep walled canyon river to get the pulse racing and the imagination soaring Richard.You can feel the very presence of times gone by in the rocky outcrops and soaring buttes you pass along the way, or uncover the majesty of the gurgling river as it siphons its way over molded rocks and clinging vegetation.
This masterpiece of heartrocks reminded me deeply of former rambles of my own in similar circumstances in Moab, Utah and at Two Rivers in New Mexico.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|9 of 10, on the synaptic stimulator scale .... way yo go!|
|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|I enjoy the interplay of form and function here in this marvelously textured poem, where the reader feels like he or she is hiking from rock pile to rock pile, uncovering layers of meaning amid the said i meant to have said i mean, tarry long enough and you'll uncover more and more sense amid the confluence of rich sounds each word rock conveys as the heart of the man resonates so radiantly through his stony pile... sense meeting sound in a series of sonorous sound bites that leave the reader with much more to chew on than meets the eye... thanks for taking me along on this trek with you and making it so memorable. The last word has a universal ring to it, despite its dichotomous feel. (ouch, was that a malopropism?) Ah, well, it's late in the day... time to stop rambling!
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I love the way you described your surroundings. It was almost as though I was there with you. That was a neat little discovery considering how much value we place on the image we have of a heart.
|Reviewed by Teresa Walker
|Beautiful and very moving! I have always loved rocks and skipping them as a child, but the parallel between Heart and Rock, makes me skip to the beat! No pun inteneded...
Thank you Richard!
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Finding the morphing of nature to human icons is indeed a rewarding experience. As a boy, I remember finding similar reward while lying on my back, staring up at the weeping willow foliage, thinking of my mother's long hair that would cascade over my face each night as she tucked me in. Thank you for this inordinate slice of Nature's grace.|