Inspiration is such a funny thing: from Michelle Mead's most elegant, lyrical poem, The Artist's Studio, emerged this rather square, geeky study, wrought especially from the lines:
"no longer to sculpt and paint this frame
pale and naked but for words or light..."
Thank you, Michelle! :)) xx I would also like to add a general debt of gratitude to all your wonderful comments on my work, adding greatly to what I myself see in and understand about what I have written. Inevitably and often I find myself delighted, surprised and fundamentally awed. Bless you! xx
candela = the intensity of light in a particular direction
footcandle = the amount of light which falls on a surface
PERCEPTION
Words are but
a trick of the light
played between
heart’s source
and mind’s
reflective surface;
luminaire hearts
cast candela-words
whose footcandle prints
forge passages
through minds’
darkest space.
When you feel me
breathing, I sense
my soul radiate
through far-flung
constellations,
seep into corners
of deepest unknown
thought.
perceptions, at the onset we form an impression based purely on the senses -- as time lapses we apply our own unique rationales, and that is when perception may prove to have been errant or too emotionally encumbered -- naked of all of our biases, the truth may appear to us, or stand rejected by us -- as our personal criteria dictate -- right or wrong -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael
Kate - You always know how to "light up our lives..." with your thoughts and poetic words! In your interpretations...you reign supreme, dear friend!
hmmmm...candela...footcandle...such wonderful images.
Blessings and Love - Micke
TO FEEL A POET'S MESSAGE AS THE POET'S INTENDS IT...IS INDEED A BLESSING, BUT AS YOU SAY, 'SEEPING INTO CORNERS OF DEEPEST UNKNOWN THOUGHT', IT IS ALSO A BLESSING TO KNOW THAT A POET'S MESSAGE CAN AND SHOULD MEAN DIFFERENT THINGS TO DIFFERENT PEOPLE DEPENDING ON ONE'S EXPERIENCES AND NEEDS AND THEFORE THEIR 'DIFFERING' PERCEPTIONS. THIS IS WRITTEN WELL AND APPRECIATED. THANKS FOR SHARING. BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
What a description of poetry! At least, that is what I feel when I write from the inner reaches of my soul... The words that result come out somewhere in between what is in my heart and in my mind... maybe there is a protective covering put on the soul's words by the mind--enough to add mystique and to not reveal the soul's inner secrets, but the words must find voice or pen and be released, despite the tweaking the mind puts on them.
The second and third stanzas, to me, related more to having others read our poetry... casting that somewhat timid light forward to begin with and having it illuminate the corners of others minds, and often even our own.
Maybe that is why writing is so cathartic...because it allows us to see those dusty cobwebbed corners of our minds and illuminates our own view into our own souls.
Wonderful food for thought in this gem! One of my favorites...
Cryssa :~)
I like the minimalism, the economy of words. Here every word is growing and glowing like a star. The poem has a life of its own. I particularly liked the second and third strophes, and also could see why you used short lines.
What if... what if words have brains... Can you imagine the adventures some of them share? --to be a part of something grotesque one second, in one part of the world, and part of something glorious in another part of the world the very next second--then a part of something sacred, and maybe something slurred... little words sent out of our mouths on the air--precious little precocious things that may or may not twist your intentions into all sorts of knotty things (naughty?) You never know the journey your words will take. I personally love your constellation idea. Perhaps it's your echo I hear when I'm out star-gazing in the early pre-dawn with Elizabeth in tow. Great idea, Kate. --Charlie
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2009
Damn! I thought I was tracking you. I am now. Sorry about that, you are a super poet in my opinion and I can't believe I didn't have you in my sights. To illuminate the darkness of our souls is a magical thing to have happen. Maintaining that "footcandle" is an even more difficult process, but when this miracle is apparent the darkness is banished forever. I just love your work.
Deep transfixed expressive writing Kate!
I feel you reaching out!
I must read you more, I missed your expressive guiding pen!
The last verse brings to mind "UNITY" I love it!
WRITE ON!
Blessings, Peace and WARM Hugs, Purple_Passions, SHEExooo
Love the first lines of this. One way of understanding, yet words can also darken the deepest recesses of our being. Pen mightier than the sword and all that.
~W~
Ahhhh sweet Kate as always, your words illuminate, to steal your theme or perhaps continue it, the value or romance, heart moods and the way we express ourselves in the language of love. Love is delicate and although like a candle it can light up a room...a slight breeze or a gentle puff of breath can also extinguish it and cast us into complete darkness. Excellant write Kate...touched me.
hugs
Pops
Kate, your last stanza speaks to my soul. I feel your heart soaring, and feeling alive with wonderment!
Lovely as always,
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
..this is such a timely poem for me...
"Words are but
a trick of the light
played between
heart’s source
and mind’s"......so true Kate..soooo true... Great Poem!!!
Kate,
It's all in the seeing at first and we should never deny that, but then when it moves to feeling as it inevitably does another response at a different and often more enduring level takes hold, and you've explored that deeply, beautifully.
Luminiferous of piscatorial thinking, angling for the rainbow scales blueprinted onto the trout fish from Evolution, reflecting upon the waters, flailing away with the Burnside fly rod and quill, from thin tributaries to planetary gills, breathing in extraordinary Perception to candling wine, to test its clarity by holding a candle to the goblet...to the bright slash of a meteor, pointing to it with a laser beam penlight, quick, before it gets away, hooking the mind's eye...perceiving the trout's and the poet's main victim is the cutthroat...Perception is the long pursuit of the practice of intuitive thinking, reflecting on where we have been and where we are going...remember gasping for oxygen in the thin mountain air of Telluride, Colorado, Kate...candela and footcandle measures light for better spawning beds, knitting the planetary and earthly tributaries together, channeling Perception...be well.
"Words are but
a trick of the light
played between
heart’s source
and mind’s
reflective surface;"
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hmmmm...candela...footcandle...such wonderful images.
Blessings and Love - Micke
Newfie Hugs, Rose
breathing, I sense
my soul radiate
through far-flung
constellations,
seep into corners
of deepest unknown
thought.
So uniquely and meaningfully expressed, Kate. Your verses always give me pause for reflection. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
through far-flung
constellations,
seep into corners
of deepest unknown
thought.
-David
Carole~
Undone by minimist words to capture the flickering soul of poetry and what it does for us, the fortunate few who pen it - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The second and third stanzas, to me, related more to having others read our poetry... casting that somewhat timid light forward to begin with and having it illuminate the corners of others minds, and often even our own.
Maybe that is why writing is so cathartic...because it allows us to see those dusty cobwebbed corners of our minds and illuminates our own view into our own souls.
Wonderful food for thought in this gem! One of my favorites...
Cryssa :~)
Sheila
I feel you reaching out!
I must read you more, I missed your expressive guiding pen!
The last verse brings to mind "UNITY" I love it!
WRITE ON!
Blessings, Peace and WARM Hugs, Purple_Passions, SHEExooo
~W~
hugs
Pops
Lovely as always,
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Georg
"Words are but
a trick of the light
played between
heart’s source
and mind’s"......so true Kate..soooo true... Great Poem!!!
It's all in the seeing at first and we should never deny that, but then when it moves to feeling as it inevitably does another response at a different and often more enduring level takes hold, and you've explored that deeply, beautifully.
John
"Words are but
a trick of the light
played between
heart’s source
and mind’s
reflective surface;"
Love,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas :D