by Kristine Briese
In autumn's swirling
and whirling breezes,
I listen for rhythm
to order my mind.
I search for sequence
to straighten my thoughts.
But here, between one
gust and the next,
I find an integration
of color soothing
my insecurities. I feel
a merging of draughts
smoothing my instabilities.
Thus it becomes clear:
if I take what Nature
offers, if I welcome her
generous, spontaneous zephyrs,
I will not become an example
of order and sanity.
I will not become a conduit
of sagacity and reason.
But here within the swirling,
here within the whirling,
here within the zephyrs,
it doesn't even matter.
Author's Note: I have no idea at all where this came from. I'm not even sure whether I like it.
Posted on 11/03/2003
Copyright © 2016 Kristine Briese
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/03/03 at 10:14 PM|
I feel like I've been involved with a whirling dervish. It's fun and cyclical, somehow.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/06/03 at 12:46 PM|
Nice reminder that Autumn isn't necessarily only a time of dying, but also of birth...spiritual rebirth, and contemplation of how to move ahead.
|Posted by Don Coffman on 11/06/03 at 09:45 PM|
A wonderful poem, and a curious thought to wonder if sagacity and reason necessarily require order and stillness. Beautiful words indeed.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/25/03 at 08:50 PM|
Funtastic poem Kris. Funtastic time of the year.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and all at Pathetic...Charlie
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/10/03 at 11:55 AM|
Trying hard to experience the moment. The here and now and the beauty of the scene you depict. Letting the mind flow free... very buddhistic feel to this one. Great verse.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 05/30/07 at 06:19 AM|
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Yeah - right...
...purely subjective, of course, but then in the moment, as you say, what does it matter?
[Do I look over-punctuated in this cornucopia of commas?]
|Posted by JD Clay on 06/10/08 at 03:52 PM|
Somewhere between time and timelessness there is order. The trick is to recognize the integration of our own true nature, whereby your perception portrays that beautifully. I love the way you swirl!
|Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/09/12 at 04:04 PM|
And this is what it is to be human.