Day Six: Today’s Prompt: Who’s the most interesting person (or people) you’ve met this year?
When I read this prompt I was not excited. Not because I have not met interesting, meaningful people this year but because I have. And I have already put that energy into a piece I called the Gift. It is about a beautiful soul who I have met across time and space but she is a part of my existence now. There are others who have also become a part of me and I so look forward to reading their work and interacting with them, but she was the first. She is brilliant in her ability to notice things and people who are often overlooked. Her genius is in what she notices and what she does with it. She is open to those who are different from her and she gives them grace. She is ever trying to learn and grow, a woman of courage. She is dedicated to those whom she loves and is fierce on their behalf. I love her writing. I could not do what she does, ever. It is like good bread and the fragrance of fresh cut grass, nourishing for body and soul. Thank you Calensariel for noticing. And thank you for opening the door for me and introducing me to some of the coolest smartest people I have ever known. She is somebody worth spending your time with. You will have missed a treasure in your life if you don’t stop in and chat with her. Be Groovy!
The poem that follows is my attempt to give her a small token for a debt much too large to repay. The Gift.
The gift was not in Her doing but in being, Herself
I was desolate
Lying still among the debris
In desperation I wrote, seeking
Needing some response, some touch, some signal from the universe
All was void
Perishing for lack of me
Her genius, Her magic lies in her attention, what she sees
Dying ember
Her heart noticed
A bruised reed She would not break
A smoldering wick She would not snuff out
She saw beauty in the brokenness and as a child would She clapped for joy
She did not attempt to brace up the reed or give it instruction
She found wonder in the ember as it was
And as she clapped her hands it fanned a fire
Her mere interest helped the reed straighten it’s Self
Her gift was not in the doing
It was in the being of Herself
And in the recognition of the beauty found in ashes
She is my hero
I love Caensariel’s writing and everyone should check out her blog. I love the poem you wrote for her, powerful and beautiful.
Good morning. It was lovely to hear from you.
So sweet. A beautiful tribute to a beautiful person. Love is the best!!! You do write so beautifully, Plato.
Peace
Mary
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Touched by this piece! Absolutely beautiful!
She lifted my head and gave me hope.
And where would a person be without a little bit of hope to brighten their day? I am happy that she was able to give such a gift to you. Your tribute was very endearing.
IT was a joy to write that for her. Thank you for stopping by. Plato
This is lovely.
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Oh PG, what a wonderful tribute to Calensariel! So beautifully written, and true…the greatest gift we can give to each other is perhaps to see each other. My heart welled up…thank you brother.
A great spirit & delicate soul. The words flow as though great meaning. So happy to have stopped here.
It still humbles me that people such as yourself would take the time to read and leave a meaningful comment. Thank you
Not everyone can express themselves like you can. Take care.
How beautiful! You are so talented. I just loved:
“She found wonder in the ember as it was
And as she clapped her hands it fanned a fire”
Absolutely marvelous.
She is a kind and generous soul. I remember her first comment was something like “your writing is so beautiful”. It brought tears to my eyes and a boyish grin to my face and gave me hope. I was not feeling very beautiful then. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. I know there are a million other places you could be spending your time. It means a great deal. Thank you!
Your preamble about Calesariel just as beautiful as the poem. “and she gives them grace.”
She does poetry on the material plane. She did for me anyhow. Hello my friend. Thank you for your words. I have come to know that you don’t cast them just anywhere because they carry weight and should not be wasted.
Hi.I appreciate that. I meant to reread more but I’m getting lost. You are not making me lost, my world tipped.
What a beautiful thing to write about someone- lovely.
She is a really cool human being. Thank you for playing!
Oh Plato,
You just gave me goose bumps.
Clare
That makes me happy!
A precious gift, for a most precious Soul! We all have found blessings within her very presence. There is none more deserving than she.
She is so hardheaded though. 🙂
What a beautiful testament to a great spirit.
She is really something! If you don’t know her yet stop by and say hi. Tell her Plato sent you. Thank you for helping me say tahnk you to her.
I will
You can just trash this comment, but one little correction that I found after listening to your reading of it, in the eight line you have “genesis” but in the reading you say “genius”. Both work but genius works better.
I am a little stupid 🙂 thank you. I will redo it. Or it may be my southern English. I will go listen again
Thank you very much! I meant genius. Like I said I am a little slow and really do appreciate you helping me fix it.
And Ssir I would never trash something that was well intended and most helpful. I miss many details and am in need of assistance regularly. Thank you again. Be Groovy! 🙂
I loved the recognition and acknowledgement of the influence there is in just a loving presence, it can be magical and your words lift it to a higher plane. Well done you.
She brought light into a dark place. Or perhaps just reflected what she saw there. But she is something! Thank you for helping me celebrate a most wonderful soul.
Touching and moving poetry
And I love the awareness in “All was void perishing for lack of me” — a very succinct declaration of personal power. I love simplicity
Thank you for the gift of your thoughtful response
I wish I was smart enough to have thought it up. I was just trying to evoke the emotion that was. Thank you for playing.
so well, thumps up!
Thank you very much.
“Her gift was not in the doing
It was in the being of Herself
And in the recognition of the beauty found in ashes
She is my hero”
Dear Brother, she is mine too…such beautiful, true, generous, and long deserved words.
It made me happy to state the obvious. 🙂
Oh the beauty of being a gift by simply being. I love the opening lines such delicate souls we are.
Thank you my brother. That is you also. May you know the power of you.
Amen.
You are such a poet 🙂
But “She found wonder in the ember as it was…” She wouldn’t have wanted it to be any other way because it was all that it had left of itself and she saw the pain and the hope and the greatness that lay within. And it burned itself into her heart without even having a key.