The turning of the key looked south
and the room peered deeper into itself
When the circumscribed room left itself
it was outdoors where it was no longer a room
Gentle breezes again looked south
and the radiant depths of the garden penetrated the mind
Oh,dear Emily,that blue fly that interposed upon your death,
was she very alive in your confined,secluded space?
Ms.Dickinson,was that stillness what can never die,
even when the windows,with all their keepsakes,
fail?
Eternal Blooms (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Eternal Blooms (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
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My Blog primarily consists of close-up nature photos (that I've taken locally) combined with original holistic-truth oriented prose and/or poetry involving mindfulness/awareness. I love nature and I love understanding the whole (not merely the parts and the details). I'm a retired teacher of the multiply handicapped.
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Beautiful!!
Thanks much, Leyla! 🙂
Loved the imagery of your words here.
Much appreciated, SoyBend! 🙂
There’s a movie out on DVD regarding Emily Dickinson and her passing. It’s called “A Quiet Passion.”
A beautiful, gentle poem and a lovely colour to the flowers.
Thank you, Scifi! 🙂 I don’t know if Emily Dickinson is well known in Africa, but she is well known here in the U.S.
While I didn’t study Emily Dickinson at school in UK, I do know of her lovely poems 🙂
wonderful words and photo, Thomas. Have a nice day. Hope you were not affected by some hurricane, regards Mitza
Much appreciated, Mitza! 🙂 We are in Illinois and are far from hurricane territory. Sure is sad about all the people being affected. My brother-in-law just bought a high-class home in Florida that they plan on living in for retirement, but now it may be in the path of hurricane Irma. We have donated to the Red Cross to help the hurricane victims.
What a pity for your brother-in-law. I hope his home will not be destroyed. It’s a good idea to donate, everybody should do that. Regards Mitza
Simple and yet very thought provoking.
Much appreciated, Francis, especially from another poet! 🙂
Love the flowers.
Thanks, Rebel Girl! Stay unorthodox! 🙂
🙂
The quiet passion, I have not seen it yet, but I know you recommended it on your blog. Beautiful violet flowers Tom!
Yes, “A Quiet Passion”… the movie was a very moving reflection on her life and passing. It only partially went into the depth of her poetic insights but the movie is, nevertheless, very well worth seeing. Thank you, Marcela! 🙂
A lovely nod to life here, Tom, the poetry and the photos. That second photo, in the round frame, looks like we’re peering into a summery “snow globe.”
Thanks, Jet! Emily was really deep into flowers, living in the moment, and gardening, so that’s why flowers were selected. Keep snappin’! 🙂
Wow, you’re doing that thing again! Switcheroo of subject, verb, object – don’t ask me, but great! And I wish I knew more about Emily…
There’s that relatively new, biographical movie about her, now out on DVD, entitled “A Quiet Passion.” She liked flowers and gardening a lot; hence the flower pics.
from Emily Dickinson:
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air
Between the Heaves of Storm –
The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –
I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –
With Blue – uncertain – stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –
a question
for the ageless 🙂
Agelessness is indeed well worth understanding in depth… unless, of course, one doesn’t have enough time. 😉
Emily Dickinson’s poems have always fascinated me, such a mixture of sweetness and sadness… whenever I reread I keep discovering new hues in her imagery. 🙂
Here’s one of my favorite short poems by her, feels quite cheerful to read every time:
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.”
She fascinates me plenty, Nicole! 🙂 I suspect that she understood a lot more than people think, beyond orthodoxy but sprinkled plenty of orthodoxy among her poems (which enabled them to be accepted). She can go very deep.