Saturday, April 5, 2025

New poem: "Just a Higher Form of Thinking"

 

Just a Higher Form of Thinking

 

A poet’s mind is not like yours and mine.

Well, not my mind actually; because I’m a poet,

and I know how poets think. It took a long time

before I saw it, but it became obvious with each

new poem that I wrote; and what I saw confirmed

American Zen poet Jane Hirshfield’s insight on how

poetry did her thinking for her. It was her mind,

actually; a highly specialized aspect of Jane’s mind

that saw beyond the images of life into the essential

nature of the experience, an aspect of the mind

that thinks in symbols. That’s the secret of the poet’s

genius, to look beyond the images of life and translate

what it sees into symbols that reveal the essential

meaning of the experience and integrate that truth into

the conscious personality. It`s not a mystery, actually;

just a higher form of thinking that Carl Jung attributed

to our “transcendent function,” poetry’s way of integrating

our unconscious and conscious self into a more fully

realized personality, which he called “the process

of individuation.”

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

Saturday, March 29, 2025

New poem: "The Sands of Lost Time"

 

The Sands of Lost Time

 

I saw an elephant graveyard yesterday

morning on social media. Well, not really;

but real enough for me, being the poet

that I am who sees beyond the mundane

images of life into a whole new symbolic

reality of meaning. Retired men and women

laying lifeless in the cooling shade of big

umbrellas on a Florida beach waiting for

the happy hour and evening meal, passing

the tedious days away as their aging bodies

allow them; not unlike elephants who sense

their death is near, so legend has it, migrate

to that mythical place where the tusks

and bones of their ancestors lay

in the sands of lost time.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, March 25, 2025