A comment I wrote about the poem titled, “When I Was Born.”
Tag: birth
When I Was Born
That summer hot and sultry
mid month mid year mid way past midnight
bright lights shining blinding
hands grasping fingers smashing
through the air
i did not really care
it was not my problem
i was their’s for the taking …!!
i heard the pain that wasn’t mine
explode into my space,
the air, the rush of light that came before the crack of dawn
exposed the ship that i’d been riding on
between the worlds where i once lived
when i was born … !
with great surprise i threw away my aqua lungs,
I sucked in air while water flooded,
breathing synapses firing new born pistons,
283 horses blowing streams of light
in all directions!!
… so this is what it’s like to live in the land of milk and honey … !!!
Come time to leave for home
i looked into the sky i’d never seen,
acorns falling through the air,
cool harmonies on the breeze singing memories
from where it all began
wrapped around light
that fueled the seeds of future’s flight
while tightly woven earthly patterns
leading everywhere in sight
gave great brilliance
and such
delight .. !!
Each night I see the world inside my dreams
wrapped inside the morning dew;
Each morning my life begins anew,
never sure of all that i have seen
until i return
and do it all again and again and again and again and again and again … until i think …
therefore
i am …..
That summer hot and sultry
mid month mid year mid way past midnight
bright lights shining blinding
hands grasping fingers smashing
through the air
i did not really care
it was not my problem
i was their’s for the taking …!!
i heard the pain that wasn’t mine
explode into my space,
the air, the rush of light that came before the crack of dawn
exposed the ship that i’d been riding on
between the worlds where i once lived
when i was born … !
with great surprise i threw away my aqua lungs,
I sucked in air while water flooded,
breathing synapses firing new born pistons,
283 horses blowing streams of light
in all directions!!
… so this is what it’s like to live in the land of milk and honey … !!!
Come time to leave for home
i looked into the sky i’d never seen,
acorns falling through the air,
cool harmonies on the breeze singing memories
from where it all began
wrapped around light
that fueled the seeds of future’s flight
while tightly woven earthly patterns
leading everywhere in sight
gave great brilliance
and such
delight .. !!
Each night I see the world inside my dreams
wrapped inside the morning dew;
Each morning my life begins anew,
never sure of all that i have seen
until i return
and do it all again and again and again and again and again and again … until i think …
therefore
i am …..
Sleep/Dream/Night/Birth/Reason/Season
Sleep is the microcosm of
hibernation is
the microcosm of
death a
another voyage through
the world of
dreams a
chance for rebirth
every night with
every
season …
every season
every
life, another
birth …
The Day the Month the Hour the Minute the Second the Time That I Was Born
That summer hot and sultry
mid month mid year mid way past midnight
bright lights shining blinding
hands grasping fingers smashing
through the air
i did not really care
it was not my problem
i was their’s for the taking …
i heard the pain that wasn’t mine
explode into my space,
the air, the rush of light that came before the crack of dawn
exposed the ship that i’d been riding on
between the worlds where i once lived
when i was born …
with great surprise i threw away my aqua lungs,
I sucked in air while water flooded,
breathing synapses firing new born pistons,
283 horses blowing streams of light
in all directions!!
… so this is what it’s like to live in the land of milk and honey … !!!
Come time to leave for home
i looked into the sky i’d never seen,
acorns falling through the air,
cool harmonies on the breeze singing memories
from where it all began
wrapped around light
that fueled the seeds of future’s flight
while tightly woven earthly patterns
leading everywhere in sight
gave great brilliance
and such
delight .. !!
Each night I see the world inside my dreams
wrapped inside the morning dew;
Each morning my life begins anew,
never sure of all that i have seen
until i return
and do it all again and again and again and again and again and again … until i think …
therefore
i am …..
Renewal
Driving out endless possibilities/
skating over ice too thin/
holes chopped through frozen reality/
broken dreams .. in the hospital/
waiting for repair
…..
Unknown encounters passing by/
sparks of visions wondering why/
lives joined in sequence/
the river meandering by/
sweet and terrible waters …
.,….
Birth spring summer fall reliving/
gifts supreme/
singularity seen with double meaning/
sun’s heavenly face moving/
fresh air beyond belief/
worlds asunder/
rising swells /moving sands/deadheads floating by …
imagination
captured by wandering sea …
renewing itself
endlessly …
The Day the Year the Month the Hour the Minute the Second: The Time That I Was Born
That summer hot and sultry mid month mid year mid way past midnight bright lights shining blinding hands grasping fingers smashing through the air i didn’t really care it was not my problem i was their’s for the taking …
i heard the pain that wasn’t mine explode into my space, the air, the rush of light that came before the crack of dawn exposed the ship that i’d been riding on between the worlds where i once lived when i was born.
with great surprise i threw away my aqua lungs, I sucked in air while water flooded, breathing synapses firing new born pistons, 283 horses blowing streams of light in all directions!!
… so this is what it’s like to live in the land of milk and honey … !!!
Came time to leave for home i looked into the sky i’d never seen, acorns falling through the air, cool harmonies on the breeze singing memories from where it all began wrapped around light that fueled the seeds of future’s flight; tightly woven earthly patterns leading everywhere in sight that gave great brilliance and such delight!!
Each night i see the world inside my dreams wrapped inside the morning dew; each morning my life begins anew, never sure of all that i have seen until i return and do it all again and again and again and again and again and again … until i think … therefore i am …..
The Unknown Journey
All good things all sweet delight; the sun, life’s beauty, love given freely, laughter, innocent humility they come alive upon birth.
With mirrored feelings along the road of trials and tribulations seasons change when love returns forsaken.
The sighs of broken days remembered, the haze of misread feelings, shattered lives un-mended, the search for love unending.
We live within the salty air, a swirling mass of forces between us all, the face of love defining all meaning before the fall.
The plight of life, the unknown journey, along our separate paths we choose.
Within the brightest light and through life’s darkest night
we move.
Life’s Beauty Comprehended
I see shadows of sensual, raging or timid beauty
within varying shades of light: orange, gray, fierce white, sunset,
sunrise, darkening ice, night sky, moving stars,
warm comfort light at times light beyond reason …
Light that determines awareness, bliss, despair,
gloom, joy, a sense of worth, knowledge …
Light that is the driving force at times,
the determined power of being,
The place of birth … the birth of
sorrow and pain, dominant thought, ferocity,
flashing demands, the need to win …
Tempered by perfect Love and fear of loss ….. 
Lake Magic
Sights alive below ancient remembrance
buried deeply inside magnificent
powerful worlds, nature’s seductive passion
raw brilliance
inspire irresistible forces …
enticing night waves calm water
cold lapping kisses soft and sweet
kiss after kiss after kiss …
beckon shoreline movement, quickly
rising passion … pounding insistent
unseen forces stir wind and shore, glacial cold storm’s passionate heaving motion …
beneath magnificent visions
thought bearing forms, divine, combined whole and perfect …
one with light and darkness
complete and torn asunder …
expansive womb agape
wave after wave of devastating forces
give birth … pass on sand, water, air genes bearing shoreline dreams … re-creations, spectacular shapes, different faces, new beginnings, profound beauty … newly constructed sculptures
from constant motion
held captive
for the
taking …
Past Streets and Houses
I began my life living in an
old house, with a tunnel attached to the
second floor as a fire escape, that was called
the town’s name plus ‘Memorial Hospital’,
two years after the war; … (the boomer war!)
***
SHE (my mother) had another one like me, in that old house,
before they built a new hospital that later, converted itself into the
school board administrative building where
we rode the elevator to the
second floor and back as many
times as we could.
***
It was great fun … thrilling, even though
it took practically five minutes to get
there and back.
We were in the rocket ship of our dreams.
Kurt Struble Writing 
This is one of my favorite pieces not just because it describes what childbirth might be like but, I think it’s beautifully written. I like how it flows and trips along with cadence and sound.
Hey! I can comment about my own work can’t I? It wasn’t even ‘Me’ who wrote the thing. I remember it well. “I felt a slight glow on the pads of my fingers a kind of pulsing and I began to stroke the keys and it felt like my digits were being guided by Aphrodite herself.”
Not quite. More like, my inner roulette wheel spinning words and with the luck of the draw I was able to catch a few every once in a while.
Anyway. BIRTH! The most significant event of our lives! (And, at such a young age!) After all being born into this fucked up world is no easy job. It’s true! Ask any new born kid!
Birth! It’s the door we step through to gain entry into this place with its good and bad and every increment in between, evil and good and all the polar opposites that are the price we pay for living on a planet with a North and South Pole. Shit!
Then, there’s the mistakes we make! Think about how many concussions you’ve given yourself after slapping your self in the forehead saying, “You dumb shit!” Or, I coulda’ had a V8 but with the can.
But that’s life! Right?
The never ending parade that cascades before us, our journey through light with density that we are contained within and can exist in along with other beings just like us and we like them; plants and animals, trees and birds and all those finials from biology no species better or worse we think we are the high ideal but, all we’ve ever done is destroy things.
Yet, BIRTH continues.
Perhaps we judge our lives by how significantly apart we grow from the newborn child’s ultimate experience; the outside and the inside world coming face on with each other at birth, a double brightness, a kind of symbiotic relationship with light given/taken in/returned/then, given back in a never ending cycle.
Just like love and marriage. Right? Except, you can’t have one without the other.
Or, on the abstract level, seen in its entire and completely different and absurd light and really hard to understand level; if a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it is there a noise?
THAT’S ONE FOR THE AGES ISN’T IT REXI?. Fuck yes! There’s NOISE because there’s SOUND because the WHOLE PLACE heard the tree fall by the birds and the other trees and the lichen and the bear who was rubbing his butt when the tree fell. Jeez. What a ridiculous posit that, if a human being wasn’t present there MIGHT NOT be no sound. That’s kind of pre infantile thinking isn’t it? Oh? It’s not important? Good.
(That, and the angels dancing on the heads of pins discussion always gets me. Sooooo interesting. Someone should put THAT posit on a post it note and file it in the floor file.)
I think that every day it’s possible that at some point in time when time is the right time and the stars and all that other crap fit together just right I could find myself in the ‘real’ world behind all of the facades of daily life. We need those facades but they can be all consuming!
To suddenly experience the revery of speechless awe at the world around us. We all KNOW that other place is here, waiting to be experienced. Is that desire what keeps us going?
I think that, as life moves along we judge the degrees of success with our lives by the baseline of CHILDBIRTH. Which brings us back to the poem.
The words in that poem flowed through my fingers with such DELIGHT!
Wull … it’s ok to comment on my own work isn’t it? Actually, I don’t even know who wrote this piece remember? I was just the postman. Check out the post, “When I Was Born.” I hope you like it as much as I do. Au’revoir.