You're so good at picking out my favorite lines, sister Looocinda!
Creating cadence in lines that don't sound forced, that stay conversational ... that's part of the fun (and work) of writing a poem. It's a gift when somebody notices. You are The Best at noticing. ❤️
First let me say that you could read a phonebook to me, and I would be enchanted. I love your voice and pace. Epiphany for me has birth wrapped-up in it. So that is both an end and a beginning, right? There is a sudden expansion. And yes, there is music, too ... at a distance ...celestial. Lovely to be reminded of all of this!
We begin by following the light/wisdom outside of us, which leads us to a place where we can meet the light/wisdom that's inside of us as well ... and travel on from there. ❤️
Epiphany sends us searching, and the journey takes us to a new epiphany which starts us on a new journey ...! Thank you for sharing so much of your search through your own poems, Jason, and thanks for reading this one.
held in your heart as compass, now, and crown." It is a striking line. To me all brightness is silent, so to highlight this particular brightness using that adjective does not move the needle in terms of why this particular brightness should or could be silent.
To go from a compass to a crown and both held in your heart is big leap for me because they are both such strong metaphors, a heart and a crown, it is difficult for me to make the transition from one to the other without more reason why. and last, both these things seems to occur within this speaker's body and since I am sometimes very literal, makes it more difficult for brightness to do all it does from that spot. I hope I haven't offended you, certainly not my intention because I do love your poetry.
No offense at all, Weston. Let me see if I can connect some dots here.
The "brightness" in the lines you mention refers back to an earlier line: "Music burns into bright and silent *knowing*." The light and "song" that the protagonist has been following have led her to a place where the light, and the knowledge/experience it wanted her to find, have moved inside her, into her heart: silent because it's no longer a song outside her but wisdom within and shines its brightness in a new way, serving her heart as both a guide (the compass) and a gift and acknowledgment of worth and dignity (the crown -- also a callback to the Three Kings story).
Or something! I hope that makes things a little clearer. If not, well, another poem will be along soon. 😉
I put on a pair of traveling shoes while I listened to this poem. Love that reference to silent brightness, beautiful piece.
Thank you, Ash! So glad to have you for a reader.
Love the cadence of Epiphany!
Especially these: “slow distant pirouettes “
“This way. Come and see.”
“Close your eyes stargazers. Sleep away your questions.”
Does this work?
Yes, absolutely. Your poem was magical—not a one-off!
You're so good at picking out my favorite lines, sister Looocinda!
Creating cadence in lines that don't sound forced, that stay conversational ... that's part of the fun (and work) of writing a poem. It's a gift when somebody notices. You are The Best at noticing. ❤️
Lovely!
Thank you so much!
First let me say that you could read a phonebook to me, and I would be enchanted. I love your voice and pace. Epiphany for me has birth wrapped-up in it. So that is both an end and a beginning, right? There is a sudden expansion. And yes, there is music, too ... at a distance ...celestial. Lovely to be reminded of all of this!
What a kind thing to say, Sandy! Thank you for that, and for your loving appreciation of Epiphany and of the poem. ❤️👑
"Rise with the morning, take your bearings,
know what you know. Now, that way. Go and see."
I love the invitation to practice self-trust-- "know what you know" and to travel with curiosity.
We begin by following the light/wisdom outside of us, which leads us to a place where we can meet the light/wisdom that's inside of us as well ... and travel on from there. ❤️
I really enjoyed this poem. For me, an epiphany is always the start of the search! But it’s exciting knowing I’m going in a promising direction
Epiphany sends us searching, and the journey takes us to a new epiphany which starts us on a new journey ...! Thank you for sharing so much of your search through your own poems, Jason, and thanks for reading this one.
Oh yes it works! Wow, this is amazing and powerful and beautiful all at once. Thank you!
Thanks so much, Donna! So glad it works for you.
It works very well.
Auntie B
Thank you, B.! ❤️👑👑👑❤️
Thanks for orientation to light (not kings) for this sermon writer!
Kings, wise persons, random stargazers -- whoever they/we are, they/we are led by the light! Thanks for reading, Shari. ❤️
This line struck me
"its path lit from that silent brightness
held in your heart as compass, now, and crown." It is a striking line. To me all brightness is silent, so to highlight this particular brightness using that adjective does not move the needle in terms of why this particular brightness should or could be silent.
To go from a compass to a crown and both held in your heart is big leap for me because they are both such strong metaphors, a heart and a crown, it is difficult for me to make the transition from one to the other without more reason why. and last, both these things seems to occur within this speaker's body and since I am sometimes very literal, makes it more difficult for brightness to do all it does from that spot. I hope I haven't offended you, certainly not my intention because I do love your poetry.
No offense at all, Weston. Let me see if I can connect some dots here.
The "brightness" in the lines you mention refers back to an earlier line: "Music burns into bright and silent *knowing*." The light and "song" that the protagonist has been following have led her to a place where the light, and the knowledge/experience it wanted her to find, have moved inside her, into her heart: silent because it's no longer a song outside her but wisdom within and shines its brightness in a new way, serving her heart as both a guide (the compass) and a gift and acknowledgment of worth and dignity (the crown -- also a callback to the Three Kings story).
Or something! I hope that makes things a little clearer. If not, well, another poem will be along soon. 😉
That was fascinating and I am always amazed at the amount of density that can be packed into a poem.
Oh yeah. That works very well as a prose poem or free verse. Thanks very much for sharing.
Glad it spoke to you, Caro! Thank you for reading.