Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Abundance



“You can’t use up creativity. 
The more you use, the more you have.” 

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Allegory of plenty

“Abundance is all around us. Only our efforts at tower-building blind us to it, our gaze forever skyward, forever seeking to escape this Earth, this feeling, this moment.” 
Charles Eisenstein, The More Beautiful World . . . 



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Midweek Motif ~ Abundance

To me abundance means "more than enough."  I believe everyone can have enough because abundance exists: abundance of money, food, love, water, etc.  It's possible that scarcity is fake.  


Harvest time makes me aware of abundance.  So does spring, when rain and flowers abound.

Your Challenge:  In a new poem ~ show what, if anything, makes you aware of abundance.



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Vasudhara, Goddess of Abundance,  1082 AD


Life's spell is so exquisite, everything conspires to break it.
~ Emily Dickinson
It wasn't bliss. What was bliss 
but the ordinary life? She'd spend hours 
in patter, moving through whole days 
touching, sniffing, tasting . . . exquisite 
housekeeping in a charmed world. 
And yet there was always 

more of the same, all that happiness, 
the aimless Being There. 
So she wandered for a while, bush to arbor, 
lingered to look through a pond's restive mirror. 
He was off cataloging the universe, probably, 
pretending he could organize 
what was clearly someone else's chaos. 

That's when she found the tree, 
the dark, crabbed branches 
bearing up such speechless bounty, 
she knew without being told 
this was forbidden. It wasn't 
a question of ownership— 
who could lay claim to 
such maddening perfection? 

And there was no voice in her head, 
no whispered intelligence lurking 
in the leaves—just an ache that grew 
until she knew she'd already lost everything 
except desire, the red heft of it 
warming her outstretched palm.

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Abundance by Marianna Ochyra (2015)
Happiness 
I have been taught never to brag but now
I cannot help it: I keep
a beautiful garden, all abundance,
indiscriminate, pulling itself
from the stubborn earth: does it offend you
to watch me working in it,
touching my hands to the greening tips or
tearing the yellow stalks back, so wild
the living and the dead both
snap off in my hands?
The neighbor with his stuttering
fingers, the neighbor with his broken
love: each comes up my drive
to receive his pitying,
accustomed consolations, watches me
work in silence awhile, rises in anger,
walks back. Does it offend them to watch me
not mourning with them but working
fitfully, fruitlessly, working
the way the bees work, which is to say
by instinct alone, which looks like pleasure?
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(Read the rest HERE.)


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 Peace embracing Plenty by Peter Paul Rubens (1633)

Mown meadows skirt the standing wheat;
I linger, for the hay is sweet,
New-cut and curing in the sun.
Like furrows, straight, the windrows run,
Fallen, gallant ranks that tossed and bent
When, yesterday, the west wind went
A-rioting through grass and grain.
To-day no least breath stirs the plain;
Only the hot air, quivering, yields
Illusive motion to the fields
Where not the slenderest tassel swings.
Across the wheat flash sky-blue wings;
A goldfinch dangles from a tall,
Full-flowered yellow mullein; all
The world seems turning blue and gold.
Unstartled, since, even from of old,
Beauty has brought keen sense of her,
I feel the withering grasses stir;
Along the edges of the wheat,
I hear the rustle of her feet:
And yet I know the whole sea lies,
And half the earth, between our eyes.


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Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community.  
   (Next week Sumana’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Winter)

11 comments:

  1. Good morning, Poets United! Have a wonderful Wednesday and Thursday and more.

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  2. Happy Wednesday poets

    much love...

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  3. I love the poem "Happiness", remembering my huge garden when my kids were young. There was abundance and happiness for sure, tending that garden and growing my hungry kids. Thanks, Susan.

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  4. Sigh. Library computers are temperamental today.

    Hello everyone. Am sharing two poems, this week. First one, is a very personal matter for me, which globally affects too many people. The other one, is politics.

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  5. Wonderful prompt Susan! And I'm enjoying the responses. And I'm having a word crisis!

    I am stumping myself into corners trying to work on this prompt, so it may take time. I'm just not feeling the word vibe for myself :(

    so I'll read instead - and thank you for the selection of poems for the prompt - very enjoyable and has led me off to others poems too :)

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    1. I've been in the same situation. Thanks for making the rounds and commenting so generously.

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  6. Hello everyone. Thank you for the word.

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  7. Joining in today. Thanks for the wonderful prompt.

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  8. Playing late... thanks for the word of the week!

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