Changes

        

"Changes"

apophonic harps ringing in my ears

I hit the wall of my obsessions

My senses of expression

we just can't hold hummingbirds                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

(Can We?)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

rivers run through  rocks

please don't sing for me     ~         a

plaintive keening

don't tell me  your art                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

(Show Me)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

alterations to a tailor like a

calico kitten's soft      ~      rough

rouged tongue

don't write those things  for me                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

(i thought my prayers would get me closer)                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Sailor mendicant, hearing the sirens' wailing

finger tips          ~           map tats

trace story lines of mermaids           and

the deep               where fish creatures glow effervescent                                                                                                                                                                                         

(i wish i had not run so fast)                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

may i read your palm?

reel with me

in you          -         swirls

Divine intervention                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

(there is the Tunnel)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

peacocks fanned tail  extravagance

melding pot calamity

great love        the

living of the dead                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

(There is the Light)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

On Winds and clouds

lithe bodies bound

flights in fancy fandango

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7/21/20

E.

          

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ruth]

I always have a smile from reading your poetry E. Amazing depth once more and I wish the world could see such skill as yours, remarkable :) There is a process to this piece in my eyes...a layered building up to a completion of recognition, not just a wander through imagery but an actual process, very cleverly executed and articulated. Sometimes dreams and hopes are so fragile they tear along the jagged path on this journey called life but the living on and holding on to faith and acceptance make living a little easier sometimes...life is an art and your art glows brightly in bold metaphor, wonderful E :)

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you so much for your sensitive, intuitive reading of this .. and yes (you make me smile) believe it or not ..there is a process ;))))))) my "voice" is not for everyone, i know .. and that's ok ... if i get one .. just one review as yours .. my poetry is worth it ... i feel so gratified Ruth .. you "see me" ... so glad we met and can get to know one another ... right here at the Cafe'

[Ruth]

Same dear E and I mean every word, you are an amazing writer, have a lovely day :)

[Ken Simm.]

Complex depths in this one from a poet at the height. I can see the growing in this Gene. The heights and layers in which you develop your art and then it encourages me to sift for fine meanings. Beautifully written dear friend. Something for me to chew over for many a long time. I will get back to you with some of my discoveries. This is a walk through feelings.

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks so much Ken .. i feel truly honored and humbled by your remarks .. thanks so much! yep .. layers and feelings sir ;) i am very encouraged you see growth in what i write ... its validation from an outside source ... couldn't feel better my friend!
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

I will fandango through this poem more than once, that is for sure. A multi layered gem, this one is. Change is the one constant in our lives, but lately the changes are thrown at us far too quickly. The images you create with your words are spectacular, E. Show me, don't tell me....you have shown us once again you are a skilled poet! Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you so much Lydia! truly ... thank you

[Betty Hermelee]

For my simplistic mind, I see a world where change is difficult, in a dark world, but I also see a tunnel and there is light at the end of it....( I’m sure this is completely off base!)

[Einstein Noodle]

no... that's pretty much it Betty .. you underestimate yourself ;) thanks so much for reading and sharing those thoughts and reactions .. abstract is not everyone's cup of tea but when it is reviewed by someone such as yourself .. it is doubly gratifying that you took the time .. peace love and joy to ya .. thanks again for stopping in
E.

[olla]

Mr.Noodle.. I am awestruck.. it has been too long since I strolled by your window.. I've been caught up in the crush of the life and times.. not good.. the soul starves to death if not fed regularly..

[Einstein Noodle]

oh i sure understand the "crush" of time ;) happens to the best of us eh!? thanks so much for stopping to read and for letting me know what you think .. its how we improve ... grow ... and a big fat yes about feeding ones' soul ... its the core of existence says i ... whether one acknowledges it or not ... its as real as ones arm ;) love on ya olla! and thanks again for taking time on me pages!
E.

[olla]

I wanted to find something appropriate to wish you a Merry Christmas.. "changes" caught my eye.. it has been a year of changes for sure.. but there is also great hope in these words.. and is that not the true meaning of Christmas after all.. we should not try to capture the humming bird it will only die in our hands.. like the spirit.. we must let it fly free.. Merry Christmas my friend.. and wishes for a Bright New Year..

[Einstein Noodle]

yes! and Merry Christmas to you too, olla!

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

The words and images coincide beautifully and your poetry is exceptionally deep and impressive. You are an extremely talented writer and I'm elated we get to enjoy the words you've laid down for us to enjoy and comprehend. :-)

[Einstein Noodle]

Tamara! thank you so much! it is always helpful to know what people think of our work eh!? i will stop by your place asap and repay the visit! thank you again for taking time ..peace and joy!
E.

[Neville]

this is now my very most favourite Mr. E . noodle post to date sir.. ya dont post often, but when you do Gene, cor blimey, you do work some magic with the tools of this game and true..

ps.. I am also a big Bowie fan
pps.. I shall raise one for you on Sunday eve :))

[Einstein Noodle]

ah my good friend Nev! i was going to beer fast today .. but now (Sunday for me) i will likewise raise me pint to you sir! and thanks so much for your kind and generous review .. and yeah .. Bowie was/is a class act ... just watching him act or perform was/is mesmerizing ... true artist for sure ... down yer neck buddy!
E.

[Neville]

You are most welcome... Down ya neck Gene.. and yes, I was lucky enough to see him three times..

N :)))

[barleygirl]

This is one of your poems that tickles my understanding, but mostly stays beyond my reach. I found myself coming up with an interpretation based on your title word . . . about how people are swimming around in an unknowable morass becuz lives have been so unalterably changed in recent months. It's one thing to crave change, but quite another to be thrown into a cauldron of changes that haven't been fully stewed so that we could make some sense of them. As an interesting exercise, I read ONLY your parenthetical lines & I get an interesting glimpse of this narrator's seeming frustration & somewhat demanding declarations for the world to stand still a minute so we can process all that's happened. But then again, I could be totally off-base in my reading & I know you would be so kind as to encourage me anyway! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Einstein Noodle]

dear Barley Girl! you are the best ... you know i am not concrete yet you come to read .. of course all insights and impressions are valid .. free verse and abstract invites it, i think ... but you point out the one thing that anchors this .. and that is those parenthetical lines .. ;) straight forward .. concrete ... it allows me to wander far :)))))))))))) so so happy for you visit and review my friend .. love on ya!

[adornoscousin]

This one is great. I feel regret hesitation, exasperation and uncertainty when I read it. But also hope. (Perfect by the way for living through a pandemic!). In the end, there is a light but I think it remains to be seen if this will save us or not. Do we wait to be saved or save ourselves?

[Einstein Noodle]

OOOOOOO! yeah ... what part to we have eh!? a bit of a conundrum for most .. we do like our control of things don't we ;) thanks for reading thoughtfully .. i'm blessed by your remarks .. thanks so much!
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... "there is nothing so Constant as Change" ... is written
on Marble in the Rotunda inside of the U.S. Capitol in
Washington, D.C. Love your reference to the Calico kitten...
and also to the Peacocks. Tick tock... time is marching along
at a speed undeniable. Your poetry is a prediction that needs
reckoning. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks so much for taking time Pat! yes! change is constant for sure ... i'm tickled the animals stuck with you ... we also have a little town nearby called Calico Rock .. because of the color of the rock there of course .. its on the bluffs over looking the White River ... great little town that has one restaurant offering soup and sandwiches only ;) one's reckoning is assured us isn't it!? ;) you keep staying safe and well .. crazy crazy times ... who ever heard of quarantining the healthy in a time of contagion ... crazy! peace and joy and thanks again for your visits Pat!
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest E... ever been on a Bluff... although this pandemic has me in a cloud
where yesterday I saw Politicians in formations and then in the Evening .. we had the most gorgeous Sunset of an Orchid color and silver silver lights peeping through. A perfect Omen to a Political meeting of what should be very Wise
Men and Women in Congress. Amen...
Peace be with us all. Be well... Be blessed.

[Chris Shaw]

Harp sounds, ringing in your ear. I heard them too across the waves. I just adore the plucking of those strings with long graceful fingers. Always takes me back to medieval times. And rivers running through rocks took me to the source of our Thames. Such imagery in your work Mr E. You certainly know how to show and not tell. Captivated by the movement through time. We are in a great state of change now. Moving slowly in my opinion, but in a forward direction. Certainly I feel I have seen that light at the end of my tunnel and I am forever keeping my eye on it. Slowly does it. No need to rush. Top of the morning to you, lovely fella.

Have come back to say I am a Bowie fan and I appreciated the music :)

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

:)))))))))) Bowie, for me, was top notch ... no flash in the pan artist .. so sad at his passing .. thank you for you artistry ma'am .. and for this review .. you let yourself into my poem which is the best encouragement ever ... yes ... changing is constant is it not ... not sure whether forward back or simply spinning .. but changing always .. when "global warming" was switched to "Climate Change" ...i'm sorry .. i just cracked up .. oh! you mean it changes? :)))))))))))))))))))))) bloody 'ell ya says! :))))))))) anyway ... really appreciate you bringing up the river through rock .. so glad that spoke to you in such a way .. God bless .. and the rest of the day to you lass! ;)
E.