Monday, January 4, 2010

Contingency Plan

I have worn out all my words
torn out page after page
to tell how you run like restless water
how you ride the driven rain

and I know I disappoint you
my bright morning star
no matter the distance between us
I can't know who you are

when I question in eddy currents
what my pupils take in
and water tastes of sulfur
writing is a contingency plan

30 comments:

Jon said...

this post for my bubby

and a friendly crow

SarahA said...

Oh lovely, you. Yes I am liking this; muchly.Especially the second stanza.

ANNA-LYS said...

I like Your word-painting ;-)

Devin said...

I agree with ANNA-LYS-and I think I know who the friendly crow is;-)
"no matter the distance between us
I can't know who you are"
that is such a true sentiment put in such a wonderful poem!!
all the best to you my friend!!
wv=patolet

human being said...

one of the things i learned from crow:

the root of all problems and also the remedy for them is found in those dark dirty ignored places we run away from... the attics... the cellars... the garbage cans... the sewage canals...

ah... yes none of these are found here... but there's something similar here... i see a waste paper basket... full of those torn out pages... why they are torn out? what are the words that should be crossed out? why shouldn't they be revealed... told? no... they are not bad... something in me stops them... something in me wants them silent... why? what am i afraid of? if they are held back, what i write and say is unclear... half truth... what i write won't be me... and i am alienated from me... then how can i expect to get closer to others...
writing is a free flow of truth... anything restricting it, kills the soul... my own and others'...
writing is like making love... you should let go of everything... inside you... then it will heal you... and others too... then it solves problems... not adding to them... and now you can guess the persentage of true writing in this world...

writing is so holy... like love...


peace and love to you


ha!
vw= backed
i'm always backed... 'cause i write...
:D

the walking man said...

A well worn word fits better than one that hasn't been washed many times.

Lynn said...

I Like this one!

niksixtyeight said...

VERY GOOD!

Harlequin said...

stanza two is so tender, invoking such a carnal truth ( a word I rarely use, truth, it being so often bandied and brandished...and yet, so appropriate, here)
lucky indeed are your bubby and friendly crow, and blessed by these gifts of sentiment, thought and word

christopher said...

Sorry I missed your chain poem. Happy New Year.

Writing Spells

If not for magic
then these words would gasp, falter,
and fail to reach you
where you are, far gone
from my touch, my holy sight,
from the ground of us.

If not for magic
then only contingency
governs the dim day.

But here, now, a spell,
woven behind my small words
has caressed your soul.

Jon said...

SarahA,
Thanks a lot and welcome back... you've been missed!

ANNA-LYS
I'm hoping to get a new box of crayons soon... the one with 64 colors instead of only 8
;)

Devin,
Thanks for stopping by and saying hello... and thanks for the word verification too... think i'll try to make some craft from these soon!

human being,
Funny, isn't it, how sometimes in the telling there is a covering over of everything else that isn't said... how for old some new... and yeah... the writing carries a flow of truth, but does this spring from a fountain of false? (think we could go in circles with this for some time ;) Thanks for your thoughtful comment, as always...

walkingman,
Like blue jeans, eh? Though i have to say that i agree... i've been writing many of the same things over and over in different ways for some time now... the water is the same... the container is different

Thanks Lynn... glad you stopped by... hope that all is well in your neck of the woods

niksixtyeight,
thanks you very much... all caps and everything!
;)

Harle,
Thanks... i try to keep the "T" word reigned in as well... think it was something of the critical theory course that put the kibosh on this for me...

Christopher,
Sorry you missed out on the chain poem too mate... sure there'll be another one soon... and thanks for this poem... i always like how you feed and work and rework and share in the community... perhaps i'll take up the gauntlet here and see if i can keep this going... be well... and i'll catch up with you soon...

Annette Allison said...

Very mysterious. I love the last few lines.

human being said...

in my mid twenties once i was collaborating with a university teacher in a project... there were other girls there too... one (who was not a student) got close to me little by little... speaking of herself, her family, her problems, her doubts about the future, her failures... we talked about them whenever we saw each other... her attitude changed little by little... she became more self-confident... she became a university student...and started a good job... one day she came to me and confessed that she'd been lying to me about herself and her family and everything esle... but how the things i told her helped her to cope with them and find solutions for her problems...

i smiled... she was surprised that i was not surprised or angry... i told her, the truth you carry now is the same... just the presentation ... the clothes are changed...


Jon... don't bother whether the truth springs from a fountain of false or not... what are the criteria... who sets them? those who write books and are in power in a way? ahhh... there is more 'falsehood' there... read them but follow your own path...

eveything is truth.... you know how i feel about lies and falsehood... there is no such thing as lie....

everything is truth... showing itself in a different dress....
providing us with some challenge or quest... if we decide to understand and love it, that truth will reside in us, transforming us into a better human being... more mature... if we just ignore it, lable it as false, we have deprived ourselves of a forward step... of a chance that may never repeat again...

everything is truth
everyone tells me the truth
everyone is turh
everything i am told is one piece of the truth

and when anyone tries to abuse the truth, to cheat me, the turth in him/her will prevent him/her to do so...

i will be safe no matter how i may get hurt first...


namaste!


wv= protell

tell forward?!
:)

human being said...

ha!
truth... not truh
truth... not turth

sorry for the misspellings!

truth is truth anyway...
:)

Francis Scudellari said...

It's funny how we feel compelled to write what we feel, and yet inevitably what we write can never really measure up. But, it's still the best we can do, until they invent a better more interconnected way of communicating.

wv=shiver

These words can't shiver
despite the cold
calculated by
ten fingers
conspiring
to tap them out

Harlequin said...

Francis-- what a lovely postscript and re-cast of Jon's piece and a wonderful summary of what so many of us are striving to express :)

Jackal said...

The second stanza is powerful.

BBC said...

What in the hell is it with those that think pain in the ass crows are so wise? Owls are wise, crows are terrorists.

I have worn out all of my words.

Wanna borrow some of mine?

human being said...

BBC...
dear friend... Jon has got a marvellous post named 'Shimmy-Sham-Shump'... you might have read it... it beautifully illustrates the games states play...

never judge and lable people of a country with what their government is doing... do you know what's happening to us... the worst terrorist attacks are done on us... do you know how many millions of Iranian people have lost their lives during these 3 decades? do you know how many are arrested each day?... put on gallows... or buried with their nails taken out... smashed fingers... broken bones... torn bellies?... do you know how many of us are dying because of the powerful microwaves they use to filter the foreign media?
and... and... and...


when i write, its not for showing off that i'm wise or anything... i write... just because i love... just because i want to share... just because i know when we share, we can get the pieces of truth together and come to a better understanding...
i just share what i have for this reason... and i love people no matter how they might think differently...

i know you say these things a bit humorously... and i have always respected you for the way you live and think... though at first i was a bit shocked when you wrote those 'nasty' things about crows...
:D
but you taught me to be a true crow... to adapt more...

and first it was Jon who helped me in this regard... i have learned lots of things from him too... and i really mean it... LOTS of things...
that's whay i share what i have with him...

love and peace to you all


hey! your name is included in the wv:
opribill

human being said...

*why

and sorry Jon for talking too much!
:D

and thanks for everything... including this beautiful poem...


wv=kinesse

ah yes this virtual mind is right!

you are a kin soul...

parisdreamtime said...

eddy currents, writing a contingency plan, I learn new words and images with your poetry, Jon,
happy new year to you, may words fly by whenever you need them,
love
Andrea

spottedwolf said...

succinct for all of us who use this medium of expression...

Earth-ling said...

simply lovely. =]

charlie said...

I try to write, well cobble words together about whatever, and not a poet, but your words make me curious about possible meanings they could apply to. Last year a family friend tragically left this world, and everyone wished that he had had a contingency plan to just communicate. Thanks for your thought-sparkling words.

aditya said...

A nice write Jon. Particularly the end.

Writing is a contingency plan.

Wonderful !!

Jenny said...

Jon,

Really nice one again. It has a dark indigo kinda feel with a bitter taste. The last stanza is especially wonderful.

My obsession with the "tastes of sulfur" started long ago. When I was a kid I used to hide under the stairs eating the sulfur off the matchsticks. I loved the taste. No wonder, I am the way I am today. Haha. Btw, I stopped eating that thing long time ago.

Word verification: grulki!

Jon said...

Annette,
Thanks for stopping by... and glad you liked!

human being,
thanks for your thoughts above... and for your response to BBC... I've been mostly just ignoring him when he gets on with stuff like this...
I like what you say about your friend from school who felt guilty about not being truthful with you... I think that's what it was... it's not that the lie was the damage (for how could you have known and be injured by something like this... the injury would have been to her... as it was)... she carried the wound of this slight within herself... and it came to light when she could take this no more...
and then your answer was so right... for (again) it's not you that was injured... but her... so strangely enough... it sounds like she would have to forgive herself, no?
and finally, what you've been teaching about truth... yes... i think we're on the same page!
:)
thanks again and hope you're well



Francis,
Nice poem! I like how this word verification thing has spun off into people writing based on the "random" letters that all too often don't seem so random to me... i'm going to put up a post on this i think!

Harle,
Yup... you sum it up

Jackal,
Welcome, and thanks for your comment... hope that you stop by again soon!

Andrea,
so good to hear from you... i see that you've moved over to a new site... so cool... i'd been wondering what had happened to miss doodle... but now my mind can rest! hope to catch up with you again soon...

spottedwolf,
thanks! high praise from the master... hope that you're well!

Earth-ling
Thanks! glad you liked...

Charlie,
i'm pleased that my words could evoke memories for you. sorry to hear about this family though... it's so hard to know when difficult times will fall...
and about being a poet... surely you are... even to muddle with words and be curious about the path they lead to is to be poetic... hope that you're well and that things are good in NFLD

adita,
thanks for your thoughts... it's a contingency plan sometimes... and sometimes it's the first plan of action for me... it's hard to know which is which sometimes though
;)

Jenny,
yes... this explains a lot to me... i must say that this is one of the oddest things i've ever heard of a kid doing... some eat bugs... or lego pieces... but i've never heard of the ends of match sticks! glad to hear that you've outgrown this strange habit!
:D

seventy said...

I've read this a bunch of times, and everytime I think about how much I love the first stanza. I know that feeling well. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

nice post. thanks.

Jon Parsons said...

seventy,
glad you like... and thanks for stopping by... see you're thinking of migrating over from wordpress, eh?

Anonymous,
You are very welcome. And thank you for your words... hope you're well...