A New September's Song

[Photo Source: GOOGLE internet images]
 

(1 Sep 2012 – The Summer is just a memory -- a leaf fallen upon cooler days.  The harvest is "in" -- its bounty to preserve for feast, else fast.  Days seen passing so quickly with the shorter sunlight hours.  Time to savor the moment -- before it is Past.  What answer to the question asked by Tomorrow, "How was your Yesterday?"

 

Below is a letter written by my maternal Cousin Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, when she was only age 15.  In the letter, she weighs the balance of Time, God, worthy pursuits, and Nature's seasons. Thoughts worthy to ponder.

 

Dorothy Hazel Tarr)

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Letter to:          To the same - Mrs. A. P. Strong

Dated:               8 Sep 1846 Boston, Massachusetts
From:                 Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (age 15)
                           (birth December 10, 1830 – death May 15, 1886)
 

My Dear Friend A., ...

 

Does it seem as though September had come?  How swiftly summer has fled, and what report has it borne to heaven of misspent time and wasted hours?  Eternity only will answer.  The ceaseless flight of the seasons is to me a very solemn thought; and yet why do we not strive to make a better improvement of them? 

With how much emphasis the poet has said, "We take no note of time but from its loss.  'Twere wise in man to give it then a tongue.  Pay no moment but in just purchase of its worth, and what its worth ask death-beds.  They can tell.  Part with it as with life reluctantly."  Then we have higher authority than that of man for the improvement of our time.  For God has said, "Work while the days last, for the night is coming in the which no man can work."

 

Let us strive together to part with time more reluctantly, to watch the pinions of fleeting moment until they are dim in the distance, and the new-coming moment claims our attention.  I have perfect confidence in God and His promises, and yet I know not why I feel that the world holds a predominant place in my affections...

 

Yours affectionate friend,

Emily E. D.

 

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SOURCE LINK (a)

By Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi
Page 120 on GOOGLE ebooks

 

SOURCE LINK (b)

Letters of Emily Dickinson
By Emily Dickinson
PAGE 20 on GOOGLE ebooks

 

 

BY WHAT NAME

[PHOTO SOURCE: Google online images – fractal]

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 Submitted by: Dorothy Hazel Tarr.

(I wrote this, 6 Sep 2011, thinking about what I did Yesterday and what I need to address Today.  All the while, I know there will be 'left-overs' that will not be done Today, and will have to be done sometime in the Future.  I speculated upon what keeps me from completing all the things on my 'DO TODAY LIST'?  Is it --  the over whelming tasks, energy levels, health issues, emotional baggage, AND/OR fear that I won't have anything to do when the 'list' is done?  Chuckles!  -- There are ALWAYS things to do on the
'DO TODAY LIST' !!!  )

BY WHAT NAME

By what name the Past --

    be Yesterday

By what name the Present --

    be Today (Now)

By what name the Future --

    be Tomorrow

[dht-2011]

WHERE DREAMERS WALK

(I wrote this, 10 Aug 2011, thinking of remembered days gone by and yet to come, where the DREAMS and hope of youth were full of sinew and vigor, enough to withstand the frailty of today, if I hold THEM close.)


*** WHERE DREAMERS WALK ***

 In the dark mist of night, my DREAMS are alive,
where sweet Promises of Love and Romance thrive.

 As a welcome visitor, I walk pathways of lore,
where once Life's Promises held treasures galore.

In the light of day, my DREAMS survive,
where day's bitter struggles threaten, yet revive.

 As Tomorrow draws near, I hold dear to my heart,
where once wistful reflections, delayed my start.

In the nostalgia of days bygone, my DREAMS mourn,
where hope's bounty deep, so spent on morn'.

As ever faith in Future's turn, I yearn for that missed,
where museful pondering, render potential's remiss.
[dht-2011]
 

[PHOTO SOURCE:  GOOGLE online images]

DREAMING – Soap Bubbles

(I wrote this today, 3 Jul 2011,  as I was thinking some introspective thoughts about life, time, and circumstance and the soap bubble seemed the perfect symbol to 'pair' them with. And, my Kindred Spirit "C" contributed this thought --  I just love these photos, so light and airy like thoughts that come and go.)

*** DREAMING  –  Soap Bubbles ***

WHERE has the time gone? How fast the years have come and gone!

The PRESENT has no more substance than SOAP BUBBLES blown from a soap bubbler (and as in this PIX).

TOMORROW is a dream, a promise, a hope for the nether.

I believed in my DREAM (fool that I am) and my heart sang with HAPPY thoughts.

Now, shadows intrude where the joy and sunlight have withdrawn.

Sometimes life takes a different course than what we plan or expect.

YES, I had been a DREAMER, full of hope and plans. NOW, such dreams are faded, never to be realized, and only live as wispy thoughts that float on the air as soap bubbles, and then burst.

In my mind, pictures flash of days long passed and flow over me in quick waves (NOT in any sequence of time).

I wish at times (all the time really) for a second chance with all I have learned--to turn back the clock, and ...

I cling to the GOOD pictures and try to push away the BAD pictures--but it seems they are one and the same.

HOW does that ole saying go? "You have to take the GOOD with the BAD." (or something like that)

SO, the soap bubbles drift -- each capturing a moment of time in my life, each a good and bad 'picture' of a time in my life.

Soap bubbles as transient as my next breath!
[dht-2011]
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ALSO see YouTube video ---
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMengiVFlBg&feature=share

[PHOTO SOURCE: Google online images]

NATURE'S SECRETS

               [PHOTO SOURCE: National Geographic online images]

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SOME OF MY WORDS

WHAT sweet poetry of NATURE'S anthem

resides in this inhospitable shell

WHAT mental stream of consciousness

keynotes a monologue of regret

WHAT creature exists on Earth's plane

at the changing mercy of NATURE'S whimsy

WHAT awaits the searcher

at the gong of life's end clock

WHAT unanswered calls of yesterday

go unsaid today and forgotten tomorrow

WHAT new dawn foretells

of fortunes lost on yesterday dreams

WHAT spent passion wounds

there cauterized by heartache

WHAT layers yet to unfold

reveal repeating patterns of yesterday shadows

WHAT sweet NATURE does restore

the balance and chase away demons

WHAT instrument NATURE's brandish

doth level the sharpness of lingering regret

WHAT rich nectar of NATURE does sustain

through moments of despair with assurance all's well

[dht-2011]

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SOME WORDS OF MY KINDRED SPIRIT AND COUSIN

This is "sweet poetry" indeed!  The poem goes so well with the picture.  The thing that first caught my attention was the circular patterns in the photo and the poem seems to be of things 'coming around', changing, the "circle of life" (so to speak).  I would venture to say the above questions might be part of your creative process.  "... phantoms, demons, shadows await the explorer" to be sure, but adventure, beauty, and solitude also await.  Although the season is irrelevant (to me), I feel it is late Summer or early Fall ... and I am a "participant", i.e., it is me in the photo standing outside the tent - waiting for my companion to return (notice the two sleeping bags) and enjoy the perfect moment-in-time together.

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"OH MY WORD! YOU have such a poetic SOUL and NATURE! YOU 'see' what is only revealed by the inner heart! YOU are truly one of the NATURE'S BLESSED!! [dht-2011]

Twice BLESSED are ye who see the heart where time and 'stance masks!"

[dht-2011]

‎"Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.”

[C. Pissarro]

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In this offering: What do you notice about the words? Their meaning? Sentence structure? Pairing of Sentences? First word, middle, or last words of Sentences? What words could be substituted? What connection words added for clarity? What meaning of your own would you assign to these words, phrases, sentences?

--------------- OR, Why didn't you just say so! ---------------

WHAT patterns do you see in this PIX?

WHAT mysteries of NATURE come to mind?

WHAT phantoms, demons, shadows await the explorer?

WHAT season is this?

WHAT time of day's cycle?

WHAT abode? Permanent? Temporal?

WHAT are you? Participant? Observer? Advisor? Companion? Uninvolved? Disinterested?

Don't give a 'hoot' or 'whistle'?

JUST an interesting PIX and some jumble of syllables?

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