Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Bright Golden Haze


Bright Golden Haze


Wonder what the elephant is looking at. Wonder about a bunch of stuff. Sometimes I just twist off sideways. What happened, I was writing about a timeless spiritual moment and then I reached the place where nothing more can be said. The last four lines of this poem is just me trying to say I love you all...

I broke into almost song. Of course for those of you not so familiar with Oklahoma!, the last four lines of my poem are from a key song in that musical:

Oh What A Beautiful Day

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.

All the cattle are standin' like statues
All the cattle are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye.

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.

All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And a ol' weepin' willer is laughin' at me!

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.
Oh, what a beautiful day!

That's what happens when a man falls in love, you know. At least that's what happens in Oklahoma!, the first musical of the great Rodgers and Hammerstein collaboration.

This Is Just Twisted

Across space, across
time, it's still hazy like that,
the inside long view
of the deepest truth.

I fell timelessly at speed,
would die on impact
if it were solid
instead of the bright golden
haze on the meadow.

Haze on the meadow,
something about corn goes here,
elephant's eye too.

August 20, 2009 12:41 PM

6 comments:

  1. Yes, if the haze were solid, I would hurl myself headlong anyway. I have often thought, the water should sizzle as the sun touches down on the ocean. Things would be different...if I ruled the world. I know, I know...your relief that it is not so.

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  2. If you ever see a sky approaching that kind of color (actually a kind of yellow green), duck and cover. It's tornado weather.

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  3. But I loved 'Twister'...fancy myself a storm chaser. And I've never been anywhere near one. Must I, duck and cover? Of course it's the wise choice, but...

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  4. Annie, This may take care of itself. It did for me. I was in Bangladesh and came out to go back to work after eating lunch. The sky was a sick yellow green but there were no clouds. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I thought then it was fear but now think it was the electrical build up primarily. With that physical and sensory thing going on, I promptly went back inside. I am not that much afraid of lightning and will stand out in a storm. That I'm not on planet Earth sky and its electrical charge was just too much.

    Maybe if I had really good storm track data...

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  5. A beautiful infectious postitive energy. Take me with you!

    xo
    erin

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