Gone Out Adventures

Before my eyes
blacktopping lay
Along invites
the quickest route

Miles to go,
where friends await
I set upon the
two-lane way

Early morning
Styles daylong quiet;
Along the road
I get more gone

sleep’s warm blanket
vague, forgotten
Away, it’s here—
Blacktop sound

Two tires roll on
my pedals pump
under command
until frightened

when slowing van
gave chase four-wheeled
more powerful
motorized sound

Only weight of
my existence
could detain me—
new command: run!

Forget the bike
jump the fence, take
to the woods—they
lose interest. Phew!


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Growth Logic (Flashback Friday)

LifePoetic has a few more followers today than when I posted this poem several months ago, which makes this Flashback Friday a good day to [edit] share again. I changed the wording a little, took it off center—back to left alignment, and also incorporated the new version into a simple graphic image.

Admittedly, graphics aren’t where I put my energy most of the time, but I have taken some interest over the years in development of content for other projects.

Since I’ve begun posting here at LifePoetic blog, of course I’ve found new devotees to creativity who certainly take serious time with their graphic images in addition to their writing. They’ve inspired me to begin to put a little more effort into what I’m doing here for my readers. Subsequently, for Flashback Friday, I was motivated to go to the beginning (of the poems I have posted here at Lifepoetic.life) and did my tweaks.

Of course, my main desire is to present the short, motivational poem to more recent followers who haven’t yet seen it. However, to also make it a new experience for everyone makes the most sense.

Downfall

Downfall may come, so why success? 
  
          Because deep down, surface embodies beginning   
             as it symbolized the end, having sunk

          It makes no sense, to stop at start.   

             Begin again. 

#FlashbackFriday – great excuse to go back and check again . . .

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The “Experiment” of Henry David Thoreau

Today, August 9, is the anniversary of the 1854 publication of Walden, a collection of essays written by American author Henry David Thoreau. The body of work is Thoreau’s woodland experiment, alternatively entitled A Life in the Woods. It is a poetic reflection of Thoreau’s experiences in isolated contemplation.

Sample: Walden’s poetic prose

This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore. I go and come with a strange liberty in Nature, a part of herself. As I walk along the stony shore of the pond in my shirt-sleeves, though it is cool as well as cloudy and windy, and I see nothing special to attract me, all the elements are unusually congenial to me. The bullfrogs trump to usher in the night, and the note of the whip-poor-will is borne on the rippling wind from over the water. Sympathy with the fluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath; yet, like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled.

Chapter 5, Solitude: Henry David Thoreau via American Literature

Emotive words and phrases are carefully chosen by the author, so as to enable the fullest possible telling (and total recall, on a personal level). The result is a magnificent example of poetic prose. Initial copies sold for $1 each at a rate of about 300 per year.

Intended as a transcendental experiment on self-reliance, it’s noteworthy that the cabin in which Thoreau escaped sat upon land owned: isolation was not complete, and the opportunity, of course, not available to most people.

Thoreau lived at Walden Pond for a two-year period, most likely a decision come to after finding civil trouble through transcendentalist tax avoidance and strong attention to civil rights work. While there, he explored whether a culture of nature could sustain “a man”, and ultimately returned to society and resorted to day jobs to support himself.

Still, Thoreau’s attempt, his attention to doing with as little as possible (and still able to do) resulted in a contemplation of nature—and need—for many.


References:

Move to Walden Pond of Henry David Thoreau, Britannica
Essays, Henry David Thoreau, Standard EBooks