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segue after segue

by Elizabeth Jill

The mind is a map
to the cliffhanging god
who splashes our writes
with a thunderous nod,
smearing the pages unreadable yet
until the outrageous turns normal, turns set.
A nd night is an artist,
a dreamer's default
who, crashing through darkness,
opens its vault
where now there is Emily, Poe and Thoreau,
Emerson, Dylan, Keller, Van Gogh,
Rumi and Hesse, and all others who've strayed
sharing a toast to life's masquerade.




Author's Note:

Imagine how Walt Whitman and other artists would formulate and present their works, how they'd articulate their relationships, ratings, comments, attitudes, etc. if they were living in the internet age and belonged to a poetry website & forum. This poem is one of several I've written with such contemplation rolling around in my mind.

Love Peace Hope, Jill


11/15/2007

Posted on 11/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Jill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mara Meade on 11/15/07 at 03:14 PM

The premise is incredible, as is the poem itself. There's food for thought here. Beautifully expressed.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/15/07 at 03:47 PM

Fascinating piece of pondering - lovely in rhyme and presentation. And where would I be today had you and Mara not pushed me to join this fine circle of cliffhangers to splash among the words!

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/15/07 at 04:14 PM

wonderful the day blue words of all our days dreams we who here echo one to another segue after segue you to me, me to you they through us (would be amazed at our fortunate masguerades)...and yes, blue of day as here the now and black scrawl of night's signature on this lit page... we dream to dream associate, rage, smile and sigh into each others eyes.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/15/07 at 09:35 PM

What a good thing has come from your contemplation. For me this envokes Longfellow, who said: "Then read from the treasured volume, the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet, the beauty of thy voice." And that you have done! Most excellent! Thanks.

Posted by Aaron Michael on 11/16/07 at 01:20 PM

you've an amazing mind. this...just is. wow.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/16/07 at 05:04 PM

Absolutely stunning read. Well chosen words and my favorite"...And night is an artist, a dreamer's default..." Amen!

Posted by David R Spellman on 11/17/07 at 10:47 AM

An interesting thought to ponder especially when it can result in such a creation as this excellent piece.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/17/07 at 07:23 PM

Wonderful Jill of the quill....Charlie

Posted by CM Bauer on 11/19/07 at 06:12 PM

This leaves me very content, I guess that is the best way to say it. Content and stirred at the same time.

Posted by Laura Doom on 11/21/07 at 01:14 AM

A palliative & palatable read, whilst awaiting the arrival of night :)

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/21/07 at 12:53 PM

Only a beautiful mind could concoct such a rumination...cheers for this one! Que original!

Posted by Peter Humphreys on 11/22/07 at 09:02 AM

Absolutely brilliant, Jill

Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/22/07 at 04:15 PM

You and your mind rock and roll. This is a delight. Yes, this site and these friends an ether-echo of the onpaperscratchings of our poetic forebearers.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/21/08 at 03:09 PM

Wonderful to see this as POTD! Timeless, masterful.

Posted by George Hoerner on 08/21/08 at 06:57 PM

Really nice POTD m'lady. I've thought often of many of the creative greats of history and wondered how they would survive in this current. Just as I wonder how I would have made it 200, 500, or 1000 years ago.

Posted by Maria Massarella on 08/22/08 at 12:24 AM

The sparkle of your poetic ponderings constellates our skies with such beauty, Jill. Lovely to find this, POTD...lovelight&hugs...m.a

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/22/08 at 02:23 AM

elizabethJill, wan't it 05 or 06 that i fell in love w/ you and your poetic prowess, well, i need wet noodle lashes for having missed this, and all the wonderful peeps above me said all deep and truthful things. i echo them, bow to you...

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/22/08 at 04:48 AM

Jill, incredible thought process going on here. C0NGRATULATIONS on POTD! Yes, I wonder what they would do if they lived now?

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/22/08 at 09:28 PM

You've done a tremendous job with this poem, Jill. I feel honored to have read it.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/23/08 at 02:38 PM

A worthy dedication Jill to those of us who share and continue this dynasty!

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/24/08 at 12:40 AM

I love when something I have not seen before pops up as poem of the day especially something as wonderful as this and then it rises to the top of the favorites list and you wonder how could I have missed it in the first place because it is now one of my fav's as it should have been all along. smh

Posted by Laurie Blum on 08/24/08 at 11:33 PM

Beautifully written. I have always wished I could write like this. It is what writing is all about!

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/25/08 at 05:14 PM

great, jill. your meter is meticulous and beautiful!

Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/09/09 at 04:40 AM

Hi Elizabeth, Great write. Lovely thoughts, remembering poets. Lots of pondering too. Wonder what the poets that are gone, would think of the internet, etc.

Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/09/09 at 04:40 AM

That is if they were living now, today. That would be very interesting. :)

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/17/09 at 10:58 AM

if all the planets that you've mentioned, Emily Poe Thoreau and the rest signed on to Pathetic. they could not help but orbit round You, You being the Sun. they being the moths rapt in the brightness of You.

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