Ichi-go Ichi-e; or Solstice 2024
This—the longest day of the year—is illusion.
Listen to me: Longevity is a lie.
We have–
only–
now.
The entire planet turns its face,
like a sunflower, like the creeping
vines of buttercups, artic poppies,
ranunculus adoneus
to a sun that is unwavering–
relentless–in its fiery
affection,
meanwhile,
we are wilting, melting,
wasting
away to
nothing.
If Three A.M. is the hour
of writers, painters,
poets, musicians,
silence seekers,
overthinkers,
creatives,
then light comes,
only, in our
darkness.
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I appreciate the duality of this poem. Love “The entire planet turns its face,/like a sunflower”
🙏💙
This is so good.
That one moment of illusion
When the earth begins its spin
back again.
A mere illusion
that means everything.
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Thank you, Jim 🙂
Yes!This poem speaks to me so directly–it is beautiful!. It scraped me off the floor to attention when I read it and I love the assertive voice taking charge, getting inside my head… I had to look up “ranunculus adoneus” to realize I identified with it and its struggle to be–and of course the celebration of the hour of 3:00am –the artists hour–connecting . Thank you so much for this exceptional poem!
Ann! Thank you for sharing!
And I’m so glad it hit you that way. I love this about PoMo.
Yes!!! Joseph, the poems raw truth touches illuminates the soul. Once again, your writing is breathtaking. Thank you!
poem’s*
touches and illuminates*
Not sure what happened with my response. *sigh*
Thank you, H ☺️
And no need for editing; this is PoMo. To post/reply is enough. And I “heard” ya anyway 😉
yes:
then light comes,
only, in our
darkness.