MOTH BALLS

It might be easier
To fail-with Land in Sight-
Than gain-My Blue Peninsula-
To perish-of Delight-
-Emily Dickinson, Number 405.

...there is an interdependence of diverse points of view rather than a totality of a single vision. We must get behind the enigmas, the paradoxes, the inter-relationships, the rules that govern all. -Bahiyyih Nakhjavani and Abdu’l-Baha in “Artist, Seeker and Seer”, Baha’i Studies, Vol.10, p.3.


These words of mine born from some mist
high upon that tree, are drenched in a silent spring
than noone tastes or sees. Like an Indian summer
entirely, as if a gift on judgement day,
or ressurection at last right here for me.

The sun shone on; the flowers blew;
all things were now made new.
Time went by so fast I thought:
this will not last, this dew.

My glee is quiet, obsessive;
it rolls on wheels of snow.
I feel like I’m in eider down
or in some cedar chest where
moth balls keep what’s best.

Ron Price
24 November 1995

I'm so confused... O-o

Yeah um point?

wait what?

Interesting ... though i'm not following you all the way.




=MOVED TO WRITING=

Are you bringing in allusions from the two famous writings to create a poem of your own?

Either way, very creative writing in terms of drawing things out scenically.