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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Dawn

... and then
realization dawns
and just like that
you are no longer dreaming
and all your cares and concerns
assemble themselves
into tiny colored packages
which open like blossoms
without your asking
- a garden of daily cares
ready for picking...
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2 comments:

antoniozart said...

"a garden of daily cares" !
the irony seethes...
to saunter through the garden one has made of one's life and pluck up the problems for a bouquet to admire or decorate the emptiness left behind by disillusionment?
ha! this is a quietly disturbing poem... that makes me laugh... ironically...

May 29, 2008 at 11:44 PM
Terri Clark said...

well, i really didn't have anything quite that sinister in mind when I wrote it. The original idea(s) were quite simple...

you know that moment, as you are waking up, when you first become aware of your renewed consciousness? Have you noticed what you think about in those moments of "dawning" reaization?

of course, i don't know what others think about, but for me, i notice that, one by one, "daily cares" - nothing big - present themselves to me (like gifts to be openned)- an inventory of sorts, i suppose, of things that need to be "tended" to.

Yet, despite the simplicity of this little poem and its origins, I find, with hind-sight, that it is indeed rich in metaphorical reflections on the nature of human consciousness and the habits of mind.

...the gift metaphor, for example, where daily cares assemble themselves into "tiny colored packages" - which are irresitable to open??? - so irresistable, in fact, that they appear to open themselves!

And then - leaping off from your thoughts - there comes to mind the concept of the untended garden, and all that it implies...

May 30, 2008 at 9:45 AM

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