Meeting Point

MEETING POINT

Mythmakers all we are
And so meeting
Compare our mythologies
(Like so many have before)
Inner fire and heirlooms
Bounced cheques and littered highways
Dream rivers that disappear into the sand
Heartflow that stops and starts
And the long work of reconstruction

Artists all we are
And so meeting
Compare our artistry
Plain talk with rich recesses
Nuances to old questions
The curl of the cry
At the wellsprings of voice

Hunter at bay
The poet crawls and capers
Across the carnival and charnel-house of life
Fractious fragment of the Creator
Who hath made all things well
Adolescent loneliness
Adult uncertainty
Menopausal anxiety
And senile decay

Actors all we are
Though no spectator views us
And so meeting
Compare our pasts and futures
As all our heres and nows come down to one

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 26, 2011, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.

  1. “Adolescent loneliness
    Adult uncertainty
    Menopausal anxiety
    And senile decay”

    Beautifully put for the most unhappiest feelings.

    Meeting to be one is such a beautiful thought,

    “Dream rivers that disappear into the sand
    Heartflow that stops and starts
    And the long work of reconstruction”

    I hope the reconstruction starts soon for you. 🙂

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    • I think that particular process started and ended long ago. But thanks for the thought. I’m busy constructing new palaces in the sky (and on earth!) these days.

      The idea of heartflow stopping and starting and the long work of reconstruction was referring to everyone. (Yes, you too, dear reader. 🙂 )

      Not only are we no more than mythmakers, but we are *all* mythmakers; “Mythmakers all we are” is intended to express both meanings.

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  2. oh course, mythmakers and body shakers! I’m reworking some of my posts…so stay put and read through every so often….I’m improving my page of love 🙂

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  3. My husband and I were talking last night, we were talking about the history of tuners (the act of ) specifically drums;skin flexibility, type of wood used
    … and the heart (beat) (flow) and how it changes ;
    … he might have to has to have heart surgery ;
    … we were talking about really being aware of dying;
    …this piece really touches those thoughts, it really does, very soothing– like running your hand over a wrinkle or scar

    I just wrote a poem that has to do with this—fireflys–catch it if you can

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    • “I just wrote a poem that has to do with this—fireflys–catch it if you can.”

      I shall.

      Let’s touch fingertips. I had surgery to remove a meningioma a couple of years back.

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  4. Thanks for the link Ben Naga. I enjoy our communal myth-making.

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  5. haven’t read a true-er poem in a while Ben! 🙂

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  6. One day soon I am going to sit down and read your blog from the beginning. I keep missing good stuff! I can so relate to this one..thank you

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  7. Yes Ben we are all of these and More.. Great poetry.. 🙂

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  8. Brilliant. I responded in the future with the attempt of a poem.

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  9. Yes all actors in an arena of life. I like this!!

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