|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/01/11 at 04:33 AM|
You know how to get there, and it's a sweet place. We can all get there if we allow desire to be our compass and the wind that fills our sails and ask our mind to be the servant of the heart. Unfortunatly, in our culture we ask the heart to obey the mind, and it can't because it is something so vast the mind can't even comprehend it. We just need to let go and say yes! Nice write. Thanks.
|Posted by A. Paige White on 01/01/11 at 10:28 AM|
I love it when poetry intrigues me to look something up. Next stop after work is looking up, "Molokini". Thanks for posting something new on New Year's day JD. Seems like it's been forever since I saw your name on the recent activity list... love it.
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/01/11 at 03:03 PM|
I wish I could be there....maybe one day. You painted a nice day anyway!Love the form and choice words.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/01/11 at 03:34 PM|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/02/11 at 08:37 PM|
Ahhh you write so refreshingly and eloquently of contentment. I am getting there. With St. Paul "to be content regardless of circumstances."
|Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 01/10/11 at 02:35 AM|
I think cognizance just landed on your figurehead. Cool stuff jadi.
|Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/23/11 at 12:24 AM|
I can smell the salt air Jadi. I am a sucker for the sea and it's tranquility.
|Posted by Maria Massarella on 02/07/11 at 11:28 AM|
Cosa potrei dire...what could I say, Jadi...your poetry metamorphoses before my eyes and become the paradisiacal scenario depicted. The mere thought of tempting cognizance is direct access to the I(nner) and every sense acquiesces to embrace the halcyon of this alluring poem. Though what first captivated me was the title. It is a miracle to be inside a day, and you make of the being in it a wondrous Art. Precious. Grazie...*m.a
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/16/11 at 05:43 PM|
YO HO HO! Good poem Jadi. All the elements for a long productive voyage are there. Don't forget the vitamin C to fend off scurvey. :o)
|Posted by A. Reed on 02/23/11 at 01:06 AM|
You make the smallest of things seem so grandiose....I love it!
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/11/11 at 10:46 PM|
This takes me where I want to be, jadi. You are an ocean of mind to roll in. Just filled with senses.
|Posted by Michael Faraday on 03/12/11 at 01:46 AM|
As long as the sun is over the yard arm I'm hoisting along with ya. Enjoyed this brother. m
|Posted by Rula Shin on 04/14/11 at 02:08 PM|
This is beautiful JD. The are of creating art is to be present where one is - the only moment in which Life unfolds. This is a dream, a painting, a moving still of Life. In fact, dreaming here is synonymous with the brush creating as it goes, as it moves, without preconceptions, without clear boundaries...lines smeared, hues blurred, the senses undefined yet sensing. The only place more beautiful than the capture of the moment is the moment itself. That's what I saw. Very lovely.
|Posted by Rula Shin on 04/14/11 at 02:10 PM|
I meant "art of creating art"
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/28/11 at 01:14 PM|
Your poem makes me want to discover again the unique communion with nature that can happen on a sail boat. I know you know it well and I appreciate your sharing a bit of the experience with us. Thanks, jadi.
|Posted by Rachelle Howe on 07/21/11 at 11:26 PM|
Ending line seals it.
|Posted by Lori Blair on 10/31/11 at 04:02 AM|
Perhaps if I squint long enough I can feel what you do..beautiful imagery..and write!
|Posted by Michael Faraday on 05/16/12 at 03:07 AM|
As always, much enjoyed! cheers, m