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Musings On The Close Of Day
I move my chair
to observe Mt. Fuji-
monstrous perfection
topped with the cooling crust
of spring snows.
–
Languid movement
of a branch,
like a geisha
unfurling her arm
from a gray kimono,
makes petals fall,
a scented, pink snow
covering my upturned face
with careless kisses.
–
Timid winds caress
my limbs,
a fleeting relief
to tired bones
brittle now with
a sullen defeat of life.
–
Raked sand of garden
waves barely disturbed
by feet like two gray stones
as grains flow
round ankles.
–
I realize once again
I am no obstacle to
the sands of time.
My heart goes quiet
by the passage of nothing
for in this nothing
is revealed the fullness of life.
–
Jane Kohut-Bartels,
copyrighted, 2011
from A Seasoning of Lust, published by Lulu.com, 2009
Tags: 'Musings On The Close Of Day', contemplation, dversepoets.com, from "A Seasoning of Lust" published by Lulu.com, Mt. Fuji, poetry
August 15, 2011 at 7:34 pm
Sad, whistful and lovely gentle imagery, all here.
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August 15, 2011 at 9:34 pm
This is breathtaking!
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August 15, 2011 at 11:38 pm
Thank you, Mama Zen….
I posted it early because I am exhibiting some signs of aging..can’t remember the day of the week!
Thank you for reading and your comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 15, 2011 at 11:39 pm
Thank you, Daydreamertoo….
It goes with aging I think.
Thank you for reading and your lovely comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 12:11 pm
Wow amazing capture of the image. You really brought it to life that much more. That is a great pic too!
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August 16, 2011 at 12:34 pm
Thank you, Pat.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 7:33 pm
in this nothing is the fullness of life…nice zen close there…love the beautiful nature touches…serene…i dunno to me this is final peace…
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August 16, 2011 at 7:46 pm
Lady, Howdy!
Nothing is an obstacle to the marching, passage of time, because the program TIME has already been installed. The only Power Source has willed it to seem so to us. My Opinion…
Again and again, I must say that you write so very well, woman. It is a pleasure to read your work. Thank you for sharing ir here.
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August 16, 2011 at 8:07 pm
Thank you, Steve!
I am trying to believe in that Power Source….but it’s a struggle. Time marching on seems more…real.
Thanks again, Steve. I am learning to stay in my zone about poetry…otherwise, it seems strained, false, you know the rest.
I think there are enough dimensions in poetry to go around and others take up so much better, truer….other forms of it.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 8:08 pm
Soothing and calming verses.. a pleasure to read ~
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August 16, 2011 at 8:09 pm
in this nothing is revealed the fullness of life….wow…i could drink this line again and again…are you really having such a view from your chair…even if you have to move it… this is gorgeous…but maybe the moving of the chair is metaphor..this is a multi-layered piece for sure
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August 16, 2011 at 8:09 pm
Hi Brian,
I dunno…I think perhaps I have had too much death in the face lately, and it affects my poetry.
so it goes…as does life.
I wouldn’t mind this poem etched on my tombstone. LOL!
Thank you, Brian for reading and your lovely comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 8:19 pm
Hi Claudia…
I wrote this poem, but I don’t understand it. Yet. I think you are right about the layers…perhaps we have to grow into them?
Nah…moving the chair was just moving the chair…..LOL! A way to open the poem. And who ever knows what happens next? Unless there is a driving ‘thing’ in a poem? I just await them….and then don’t usually understand them.
Thank you, dear friend, for reading and your lovely, insightful comment. Makes me think.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 8:20 pm
Thank you, Heaven.
This one calms me, too.
Thank you for reading and your response. That generally makes the poems for me.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 8:20 pm
Meditative and beautiful– I wonder if you saw Rilke’s poem on Mt Fuji at A Year with Rilke blog… exquisite imagery– love the kimono/blossoms…xxxj http://parolavivace.blogspot.com .
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August 16, 2011 at 8:27 pm
Hi Jenne,
No, I haven’t but I’ll look for it.
Mt. Fuji inspires a lot of poetry around the world. It’s a holy place, as is Mt. Gassan in northwest Japan.
Thank you for reading and your comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 8:39 pm
Ah, my Lady –
I could linger on your poetry for days on ends. I have such an attraction to your words and forms, to your subtleties and nuances. It’s such a joy to read your work. Beautiful, lovely, inspired, divine!
Thank you, G.
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August 16, 2011 at 8:57 pm
There is serenity and beauty here, but not without a cost–the image of the feet amidst the sands, leaving no wake, no trail, in a flow that begins and ends far beyond us is soothing yet also has like Mt Fuji, something monstrous in its perfection as well. Fine poem, Lady N.
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August 16, 2011 at 9:42 pm
In this nothing is revealed the fullness of life….the poem is just beautiful!
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August 16, 2011 at 9:44 pm
Thank you, Ayala…
Thank you for reading and your lovely comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 9:47 pm
Thank you, Hedgewitch…
I think you nailed that contradiction…we don’t even had enough substance in our short lives, beyond our egos…to leave a mark in the sand.
Mt. Fuji, being the ‘perfect’ mountain, is monstrous in it’s perfection. But it exists forever and a day.
Thank you, Hedgewitch, for reading and your insightful comment.
Lady N.
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August 16, 2011 at 9:50 pm
Thank you, Gay…that is one of the loveliest comments I have ever had here.
Sometimes (most times for me…lol!) what we write we have to grow into. I am finding that so for me. As for forms?
Well, they generally are simple in scope. Freeverse gives such liberty and I think this is the form I love the most. It communicates so much with so little trouble and possibly …effort.
Back at you, Gay. I fall into your poetry and just float. Like water and wine.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 10:00 pm
..ah, i like this.. watching the snowing of Fujisan on the last steps of day is a way great treat.. while the falling of the Sakuras brought many many things in mind… thanks for writing this!
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August 16, 2011 at 10:13 pm
It is only nature that is immortal . . . it is for us to be awed in the wonder of her.
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August 16, 2011 at 10:26 pm
Two words came to mind on reading this: graceful and meditative. I liked it a lot… /// Peter.
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August 16, 2011 at 10:47 pm
How completely lovely!
Alas, the sands of time do not wait for us. I feel I must surrender to the grains, and become part of the flow of them.
The whole arm of the geisha verse is stunning in a wonderful poem.
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August 16, 2011 at 11:30 pm
Thank you, Jannie,
Perhaps we have no real alternative to the sands of time?
Thank you for reading and your lovely comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 11:31 pm
Thank you, Peter, for your gracious comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 11:31 pm
I agree, Jeff.
All else is human ego.
Thank you for reading and your comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 11:32 pm
You are very welcome, Windowlad.
Thank YOU for reading and your evocative comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 16, 2011 at 11:48 pm
Lovely write…
“I realize once again
I am no obstacle to
the sands of time.”
Thoughtful in many ways and warmth thorough the piece.
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August 16, 2011 at 11:48 pm
Absolutely gorgeous Jane…so sensual. The last line is an exquisite close!
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August 17, 2011 at 12:22 am
Very lovely Lady and the calm into nothing…perfect repose….thank you…bkm
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August 17, 2011 at 1:11 am
Thank you, bkm…
it’s a balance after all…
Thank you for reading and your comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 17, 2011 at 1:12 am
Thank you, Laura!
I’ll get over to your site tomorrow..my eyes are dimming…
Thank you so much for reading and your lovely commment.
Jane
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August 17, 2011 at 1:13 am
Thank you, wolfsrosebud…
thank you for reading and your lovely comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 17, 2011 at 2:57 am
You capture that moment straight up and spot on. Was like dejavu. Very kool. ENjoy this ALOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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August 17, 2011 at 12:54 pm
Thank you, Henry.
Lady Nyo
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August 17, 2011 at 2:09 pm
This is a piece I will read again. Five times now, I’ve read it, and each time it reveals something new. The last stanza speaks to my soul. Thank you for this write.
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August 17, 2011 at 2:34 pm
Thank is so kind of you Brenda.
That last stanza speaks to my soul, too….I’m just waiting to understand it fully.
Thank you for reading and your lovely, lovely, supportive comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 17, 2011 at 4:11 pm
Absolutely loved the last stanza. Touched me deeply. Peaceful .
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August 17, 2011 at 5:59 pm
Thank you, The Mslvh,
for reading and your comment.
Lady Nyo
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August 18, 2011 at 12:39 am
Aren’t the snows of Fuji thinning now, too? — Wonders the man who has lost so much hair. Time passes, and I get an understanding and placid acceptance of that from your poem. Thanks!
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August 18, 2011 at 1:45 am
Hello Charles…
I would suppose that the snows of Fuji are thinning….global warming, etc.
Thank you for reading and your comment.
Lady Nyo
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