“why is light”
“setting sun”
This series of poems was written on the crest of a hill in the Ventana Wilderness (Big Sur) of California, that overlooked a vista encompassing wilderness, mountains, and the Pacific Ocean. I was on a backpacking leadership trip for the weekend, and this was where we camped the second night.
I revised the original scribbles from my notebook for a creative writing class I'm in, and these poems are the result. They are still a work in progress, as all writing is.
The photographs were taken at the same time the poems were written, and the real-life experience that the photographs capture only a small sense of was the inspiration for the poems' themes.
Thanks for reading.
if
i could capture
the
joyful emanation
of
soothing mid-memory loveliness that is
this
light of gold on this crest of world i would
open
myself and breathe (inhale) its warmth
and
release (exhale) from every pore its emanations
you would be intricate plants and
sprawling grasses breathing in life (stretch)
from sun from sky
(breathe
in more fully your life, live fully in oxygenated experience)
and
only, you may only ask us why
“sunscape”
sunscape
all
i see is
sun
gold
breaths cover the skin of Earth with glowing,
like
the
glow of our cheeks after
(what,
what does this evoke in your subconscious)
afternoon
was heated, hot,
sweat
on skin,
and
now is calm-temperatured all
bodies
simply are
(are
you simply is)
and
my eyelids know its there
the
sunlight casting shadows
of
eyelash, hair
on
cheeks do they glow like you and
all
you are glows
rays
we
are
rays
(raise
release raise roll)
and
that means what you think it means but
I
am always where I am
and
you can join me there
here
in
the sunscape
all
is spectrumal
and
the sun shines sunshine
the
colors line up to imitate the ocean
who reflects the color
reflects the sky
silhouetted
mountains contrast
dark to light
earth to air
oh,
do they know the art they are the landscape they create
for
us
for
only
we may see the art
as
one may see you in the world
there
to be seen but unseen if not sought
are
we taught
to
see lovely where we see
sunset
mountain ridges
purple blue backdrop to a day lit by
orange
leaves
white
trees
or
is it essential to being alive
to
see life as art
is life art
are we art
(art defines life defines art)
always
remember each day closes with a setting sun.
This series of poems was written on the crest of a hill in the Ventana Wilderness (Big Sur) of California, that overlooked a vista encompassing wilderness, mountains, and the Pacific Ocean. I was on a backpacking leadership trip for the weekend, and this was where we camped the second night.
I revised the original scribbles from my notebook for a creative writing class I'm in, and these poems are the result. They are still a work in progress, as all writing is.
The photographs were taken at the same time the poems were written, and the real-life experience that the photographs capture only a small sense of was the inspiration for the poems' themes.
Thanks for reading.
Beautiful images - both the photographs and the poems. Thanks for sharing your backpacking trip in this creative and meaningful manner.
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