Friday, August 1, 2014

PARADOX FOR PARADELLE



The little flower has questions for the rock.
The little flower has questions for the rock.
It wonders about softness, how things get rough.
It wonders about softness, how things get rough.
The rock wonders how things get questions,
the rough little flower has softness for it.

In dusk exist all endings.
In dusk exist all endings.
Each has tiny spaces of light for the next beginning.
Each has tiny spaces of light for the next beginning.
Tiny endings in all dusk exist.
Beginning next, for each light has the tiny spaces.

Nature is complicated, unpredictable repetition
Nature is complicated, unpredictable repetition.
We are the same.
We are the same.
Are we the same complicated repetition?
Is nature unpredictable?

The flower, it wonders about little complicated light.
The rock has questions how the same softness is in spaces of tiny repetition.
Things each get endings, beginning next for the rough unpredictable dusk,
We are all nature.

(Submitted to Dverse Poets, where Brian has us writing paradelles.  These were first written as a parody of fixed form poetry.  I learned a lot from this.  It especially reinforced my dislike of form poetry and its rules and restrictions. The process was like a puzzle for me, and consequently I have no idea what I was trying to say.  Now, the result is like a dream I can't interpret. But overall it was interesting, even fun.)

I've been away for a while.  Went to visit my grandkids. (So wonderful!!) But had to rush home to deal with issues with mother-in-law.  She fell several times, has been agitated.  I've spent more time with her, trying to convince her she can't leave the nursing home to go home to her mother.  New meds may help soon.  And of course my husband worries a lot.  Miraculously though, she has no broken bones, just ugly bruises and cuts.  

I'll catch up with most of the posts I missed while away.  Looking forward to connecting with all of you again.)

17 comments:

  1. Oh - so frightening when our parents fall - my mom just had a couple of spills also - so grateful no broken bones.
    Loved the conversation between the flower and the rock - and the final stanza works very well - K

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  2. I agree about the dream quality of your poem. "The rock wonders how things get questions,the rough little flower has softness for it." - my favorite images in your piece. I hope your mother-in-law gets better and you and your husband do not worry as much.

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  3. oh you totally rocked the form myrna...wow...love the magic of the personification of the flower and the rock...and the roughness and hardness of things are some pretty emotive probings esp in this time...very cool myrna...great job, for real.

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  4. And the silliest question is the one which remains unasked.
    I hope that your mother-in-law and your husband find peace - and love that you had some healing time with your grandbabies.

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  5. I ADORE the flower and rock stanza. I have some questions for the rock myself. Smiles. I think you did wonderfully with this form. You wrote a metaphysical poem. Sorry about your mother-in-law - she is in a difficult time of her life. Glad there were no broken bones. And glad you have those grandbabies to bring joy!!!!

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  6. I loved the nature theme in your write and I enjoyed it immensely...you wrapped it up beautifully. From one extreme of grandbabies to aging parents...that isn't easy I know. I hope new meds will help and the whole family can rest more easy.

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  7. Great use of this form. Lovely ethereal quality. I think we are the same complicated repetition. Enjoyed this one.

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  8. The softness brought to the rock by the little flower is just awesome. It symbolize the oneness with nature so well.

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  9. love the voices of flower and rock, everyone's space of light & man and nature with all the complexities....nicely woven :)

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  10. i like much.... the spell of repetition and all that still stays unpredictable... i think repetition gives us a certain comfort but how bored would we get if everything would repeat and repeat and be predictable... tough with your MIL - hope things work out well for her and the bruises heal quickly

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  11. Many of we boomers have mothers or mothers-in-law doing a lot of falling, into their 80's; something awaiting us all perhaps. I picked up a nice Zen vibe from this poem, that & a parable feel to it. Liked the line /in dusk exists all endings/.

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  12. Even if no bones are broken recovery for old folks take time. Pain and injury however small and tolerated will impact on the person after the fall. Hopefully everything is ok! Great Write Myrna!

    Hank

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  13. Some beautiful images Myrna, very well done.

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  14. nicely done...especially with such a crazy form. I particularly like the way the third stanza came together. the flower and rock are quite the pair.

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