Saturday, October 15, 2011

Salt

A radical acoustics of truth
rises in innocent clarity.
The delicious gate of desire
reveals an apophatic weather
of unexpected peace.
At last, I learn
the visceral work
of exquisite silence.

The moon is made of salt,
not sugar.

©Laura Sorrells 2011
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This latest found poem, such as it is, came together from the pages of Sara Maitland's A Book of Silence.
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8 comments:

  1. Deepr WatrOctober 15, 2011 at 7:18 PM

    "an apophatic weather of unexpected peace."
    What a great turn of words!

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  2. LauraOctober 15, 2011 at 8:00 PM

    Thank you!

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  3. This is a work of fictionOctober 17, 2011 at 9:02 AM

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  4. This is a work of fictionOctober 17, 2011 at 12:31 PM

    "A radical acoustics of truth arises in innocent clarity" has been ringing through my head since I read this last night. This poem is spectacular! So musical and smooth. The rhythm seems close to some TS Elliot I've been reading of late, or maybe even Poe-esc (with a different theme than either authors would likely write) Simply beautiful!

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  5. LauraOctober 17, 2011 at 6:56 PM

    Thank you very much. It's what's been happening with me lately. I'm so pleased you found it beautiful.

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  6. JeffOctober 18, 2011 at 6:05 AM

    Lovely. "the visceral work
    of exquisite silence."

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  7. JeffNovember 28, 2011 at 9:22 AM

    Beautiful, intertwining lines. I listen and look in stillness with at this meditative image.

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  8. LauraNovember 28, 2011 at 7:58 PM

    Thank you both. I'm glad y'all like this.

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I live at the edge of the forest in a little town in the north Georgia mountains. I teach sixth grade Language Arts and am writing a memoir of sorts about family, spirituality, and narrative. I am also exploring a possible writing project having to do with contemporary lay contemplative experience and how it might be informed by the Desert Fathers and Mothers of early Christianity. I am a relatively recent convert to Roman Catholicism and an admirer of Pope Francis, Leonardo Boff, Joan Chittister, and Richard Rohr. I'm a Lay Associate of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers, Georgia. I am interested in indigenous cultures, narratives, and spirituality, especially how these can inform my spirituality as a lay contemplative. I write, read, take pictures, play around with creating ephemera from paper and cloth and other organic things. I cook, hike, watch wildlife, and collect random bits of interesting oddness, both tangible and abstract. I am a seer of smallness and a caretaker of ridiculous minutiae. If you want, e-mail me at riverrun67@gmail.com or lksorrells@hotmail.com.