Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Poets and Poems - Christopher Herold


One Drop of Rain

Beneath an azure sky
I enter a stand of maples
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves.
There
a leaf full of holes
stops me.

One round hole
through a leaf full of holes
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples
stops me
beneath an azure sky.

The stone
seen through a hole
in a leaf full of holes
stops me
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples
beneath an azure sky.

The slight impression
in a stone
under a hole
through a leaf full of holes
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples,
stops me
beneath an azure sky.

I stoop
and discover the raindrop
from last night’s storm
which filled an impression
in a stone
under a hole
through a leaf full of holes
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples
beneath an azure sky.

It stops me.

Reflecting
from a raindrop
which filled an impression
in a stone
under a hole
in a leaf full of holes
on a path concealed
by fallen leaves
in a stand of maples . . .
There!
The azure sky.

—Christopher Herold



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8 comments:

Pamela A. Babusci said...

dear christopher,

what a beautiful poetry work!
thanks for sharing your creative
mind with us.

love, pamela

Jessie Carty said...

is this a particular form? appears too many lines for a sestina but i notice the repetition. i am intrigued!

Naia said...

A total delight, Christopher! So nice to see you here.

Love,
Naia

nora said...

Lovely, Christopher. I recently realized it is your book of garden haiku on my nightstand. I like your outdoor photo setting.

Nora

snowbird said...

Wonderful, Christopher...echoes of the house that Jack built...the childhood nursery poem...You always do have that way of seeing the world with the eyes of a child. Many thanks, Merrill

Christopher said...

A great big THANK YOU to all of you who have so enthusiastically embraced my poem, both here on Curtis's blog site and in private correspondence. I've published very little poetry outside of the various haikai genres so I am very pleased indeed. (cheeks hurt from smiling). And Jessie, in answer to your query: No, this poem doesn't have a traditional form of any kind, at least not that I know of. When the words emerged they simply guided my hand. Merrill brought up "The House That Jack Built." Yeah, some similarity there for sure but the message is quite different, eh? Again, thanks so much for your appreciative words. —Christopher

Terri said...

What an awesome celebration of nature. If we were all this attentive what beauty we would discover and wonder we would feel. Thank you for sharing. I will look at the world a little differently today.

Carole said...

Oh my, this is a 'path' to follow Christopher. A lovely poem that
inspires the reader to step deeper
and deeper into the moment. You are like Alice, and fell right into that hole, didn't you! I love this. It's meditative.

Carole