Transient Things

Transient Things

A Poem by Einstein Noodle
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happy new year to all...this is my first of 2018 ..hope you enjoy reading .. like the previous years..i seek your constructive input

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Transient Things

Brown, leather lazy boy .........
comfort.

Worn to fit and
knitted, yellow afghan hanging 
black roosters in squares crowing ........

Wild horse winds with 
death ...riding the flying dust

Sweeping clean.
It takes.

I pull the straining rope all day
My hands calloused companions as
time whittles the soft fragrant pine.
My long fingers of decision 

Chips .........
falling away.

Red, yellow, umber burnt
caress the damp and sky
Mother's clear blue twinkles' gleam
She had no need for words 
she spoke language.

These transient things

They are so real.

1/03/2018
E.


© 2018 Einstein Noodle



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and yet there is a space between the transiency of our human observations and the transmigration of our souls to other more adaptable paradises. That's why poets use, as a meridian of sacrifice, all the axes of memory to allow the crossing of un-related events to become power: a mothers wisdom, the fragrance of hemlocks, wild horses.

Great poems never asks use why we've been transformed only to believe that such a transformation indeed has happened......dana

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

holy smokes Ms. rushin!! such deep philosophical and artistic application to your understanding of t.. read more



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dear Gene... “time whittles the soft scented pine”... Simetimes we get a second chance... to grow and be a part of nature in unexpected smiles. truly, Pat

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Einstein Noodle

23 Hours Ago

oh how i love your thought on this one Pat!!! yes... a second chance to let nature give us her embra.. read more
and yet there is a space between the transiency of our human observations and the transmigration of our souls to other more adaptable paradises. That's why poets use, as a meridian of sacrifice, all the axes of memory to allow the crossing of un-related events to become power: a mothers wisdom, the fragrance of hemlocks, wild horses.

Great poems never asks use why we've been transformed only to believe that such a transformation indeed has happened......dana

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

holy smokes Ms. rushin!! such deep philosophical and artistic application to your understanding of t.. read more
But the transient things are the very factors that can shape our attitudes. Technology may dominate our lives, but even that is transient, as it also progresses and modifies itself. Even our writing is a good example of these fleeting thoughts.
Nevertheless though Einstein, I much preferred your more romantic view. :-)
Norman


Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

yes...all is fleeting ...even those romantic things that we hold so close ...i believe will evaporat.. read more
What splendid words you have crafted here, nothing short of a little masterpiece in my book & a real delight.......N

Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

wow.... i feel humbled Neville .. truly do .. thank you so much for your very encouraging review ..s.. read more
Neville Pettitt

3 Months Ago

my privileged pleasure entirely
I like the ending....transient things they are so real..

Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

hi Richard...nice to meet you ... thank you for pointing out that line ..it, for me, is pivotal ... .. read more
So good. So evocative. This allows the reader to follow hi/her own road and own experiences. This is a real gem of a write my friend.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

thanks Ken...your time spent to review means a lot to me sir ..
E.
These transient memories and scenes that make us who we are, I don't get why they linger or why we stay attached to them. There was this one time when I was a boy, I rode along with my Granddad to Arkansas to see his dying brother. I don't remember anything about the trip except this one memory of waking up in the middle of the night in the backseat of his old Plymouth and looking out the back window and seeing the biggest crescent red moon that I have ever seen yet in my life. I thought it was a huge angled pipe hanging in the sky that you could almost see through to another world. Yet can barely remember the most important events in my life.
Sorry bout the trip down that old lane. This is great stuff that you do. Not some errant words to read and forget. I'm happy to have read it. CD

Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

i really appreciate you sharing that memory CD...Grandparent memories are so important ...should we .. read more
CD Campbell

3 Months Ago

You too E.
a flash back from the sixties my friend,i liked it

Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

we do have our memories don't we wordman!? thank you for your visits..always appreicated
E.
Another poetic gem Gene having that timeless quality on what we see, hear and feel.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

thanks buddy! glad you liked it ... and i appreciate you saying so ;)
E.
I love the use of broken sentences to create vivid images that fire-off in the readers mind. A very powerful tool.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

hey Cherrie! thanks so much for your comments and reading ... glad you found something in it ;))
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Cherrie Palmer

3 Months Ago

I love the use of broken images, the shorter the poem the more power they add
Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

i agree ... :).................

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an old man staving off Alzheimer's by improving my vocabulary. i suck at cross word puzzles. "He who receives an idea from me, receives instruction himself without lessening mine; as he who lights .. more..

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