Comments on: Tenaramente

By: Hiro Boga

Hiro Boga — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 17:07:30 +0000

Miriam, I wrote this poem nearly fifteen years ago. It describes how I’ve always experienced the worlds of form and formlessness, and my relationship with the arc between them.

By: Julie Stuart

Julie Stuart — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 13:18:39 +0000

Thank you Hiro for the part at the end about the baby. Now I understand so much better the true essence of a life beginning. Absolutely beautiful.
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By: Hiro Boga

Hiro Boga — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 17:05:16 +0000

Lovely, Julie, thanks for sharing your poem!

By: Ingrid

Ingrid — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 13:50:17 +0000

This is the most beautiful poem I have read in a very long time. I hope to spend the day in this poem, savoring it, reflecting back upon it~ feeling its call, its pull, the invitation of it. Thank you for this gift of radiance. You have opened my heart to the flow of its own music. Thank you.

By: Miriam Dyak

Miriam Dyak — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 06:11:38 +0000

Hiro,

When did you write this? I am so startled by the imagery, how much it is like what happens to me too.

“my skin no longer my skin, no boundary, but a
dissolved definition. An exchange of electrons and
protons with ambient life which once bore many
names�tree, fish, star, mud. My flesh and theirs
transmuted into vibration, dance of particles into
waves, waves and particles”

Yes, this happens a lot – delighted to have it put into words.

Miriam

By: Miriam Dyak

Miriam Dyak — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 06:06:44 +0000

Julie,

This is wonderful! Thank you!

Miriam

By: Square-Peg Karen

Square-Peg Karen — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 20:07:54 +0000

“I roll them in my hand,
conjure visions of bone dice and tea leaves.” Sigh!
Great ending, Laura – and “Frangible”, what a wild-cool word!!
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By: Laura Morefield

Laura Morefield — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 18:34:27 +0000

Loved Teneramente. I agree with Karen that the both-ness of the baby inhabiting the archway was compelling and complete.

Here’s my offering for the day:

A Peony Bursts

Somewhere between the kitchen and the front door, the blowzy
peony lets go
unnoticed.

On the way back from the greenwaste can,
a trail of false scarlet.
I leave the outdoor offering to wind, dew�
the helpful scatterings of nature.

Petals on the stoop and just inside the door,
I gather into one palm. They are soft,
remarkably fragrant.
Frangible. I roll them in my hand,
conjure visions of bone dice and tea leaves.
No use. The petals remain

inscrutable.

By: Square-Peg Karen

Square-Peg Karen — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 17:07:32 +0000

oh! “Hills like lyric waves brushed with sage” – that was the first line that pulled me in to the land of this poem. I swear I was THERE – leaning forward to see what was next, and then relaxing into the both-ness of “time in his right hand, eternity in his left”.

And Julie, how beautifully your poem resonates with Hiro’s. Me too, lots of times I feel like I’d like to be done – kinda felt a little done-ISH when I was inside Hiro’s poem.

By: Julie Jordan Scott

Julie Jordan Scott — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 16:45:54 +0000

Oh, Hiro. This is gorgeous and I especially appreciate these lines..

ultraviolet pulsing to a rhythm familiar as my
heartbeat, enigmatic as an atom. I lean my upper
body through the arch.

My poem today is titled:

�Oh, I would like to be close�.�

Well, Nobody�s perfect – but for once, I would like to be close.

Vaguely close to quintessence, now there is a word

Close enough to smell perfect in the just-right splendor

Of a perfect dawn � snuggled up, skin-to-skin,

Within someone I love the sky transforming from

Deep blue to purple to a hint of light to

All my favorite lavendar pinks orange yellow mauvey

Sunburst forth in vivid, lively confidence

Fresh, crisp, porridge that neither burns nor freezes

Coffee brewing in the background

A pencil and notebook, waiting, at an antique

Mahogany desk, soft robe to wrap me in as

I find the ideal words to describe, to evoke,

To engage, to invigorate, to connect with

You and him and her and them and us

Yes. Nobody�s perfect but oh, I would like to be close.