Porch Thoughts - Vol. One

There may only end up being one volume. I guess we'll know when we know.

Sitting on the porch,

I do not watch the morning.

I am part of it.

 

The revelation comes

Into focus as the six-thirty

Sun burns away the mist.

 

Our surroundings caress us

Most gently when we become a part

Of them, instead of owning them.

 

The Gulf of Tears was ours

And we took all that we could

Without regard to the impact.

 

America is ours. We can take

Wealth. And hope will leak out

From the souls of our poor.

 

What will be the cost when

The hope all leaks from

The least among us?

 

There are places in this land

That have lost their hope.

See our future in those places.

 

The chirping of the birds

Brings me back to my porch …

And back to our present.

Reviews

[Ferg]

i like the title and i like the thought of this being a series of reflections.
you do write with an honesty and a tranquility about you and this is a fine example of such writing.
i really like the first 3 stanzas and i think they could almost stand alone as a poem:
morning.
I am part of it.
The revelation comes
Into focus as the six-thirty
Sun burns away the mist.
Our surroundings caress us
Most gently when become a part
Of them, instead of owning them.

I just realized i missed the first line to the right of the poem, but i almost think the above portion could still stand alone.

[Doreen]

I love the line:

I do not watch the morning.
I am part of it.

Don't we all have moments of reflection as we go back and forth between dwelling and the now? this is a lovely write.

[Removed Account]

This is really painting a picture in my head. I love it.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Hi CBG!

I LOVE the title and the profound message. I try to remain semi hopeful about our country but struggle with it. I told a friend I must be unpatriotic and he said, "no, your concern IS being patriotic. Feeling or doing nothing, that is unpatriotic." I think he is right. LOVE this!

[Kiddx]

I think this is a lovely write.

[Cherrie Palmer]

this is a very nice piece, getting lost in lost in thougn nature and then lost in thought.

[Ed Hart]

you see real good

[Emily B]

meditation is a fine thing for the soul . . . it tends to sneak up on me rather than me finding a quiet place to practice

I noticed the comment about the first few lines being their own poem separate from the rest and I agree with her. I think it could be very well complete with 'owning them.'

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is lovely, reflective. You have such a quiet, wise way about you. I was thinking you were speaking of the Louisiana area. How much more can a place, a people take? How much more can we bleed from this land, without giving back. These are beautiful words spoken from a sincere heart.

[just rose.]

You lose me on some of the historical references and you get a bit esoteric at one point, but this could be because I'm tired and haven't eaten enough chocolate yet today. I do get the poem, and I especially like that drifting into complete thought that alternates with actual physical reality - whatever THAT means - and it's something I've been tossing around in my own mind and perception lately. So thanks for this, you sum the perfection of mindfulness all up flawlessly.