Comments on: Summer Dawn

By: Gabrielle

Gabrielle — Wed, 04 Jul 2007 11:41:44 +0000

In mourning – yes; or for me also a little bit of waiting, in unacceptance, that the person is gone. Praying for the dawn, for some light to say it’s not so.

By: Driftwood

Driftwood — Sun, 01 Jul 2007 16:50:19 +0000

This speaks to me as someone in mourning during the darkest hours. The voice of the yearning.
It’s very beautiful and the painting is a great backcloth for it.

By: Pia

Pia — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 19:46:39 +0000

I know.

By: G

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 11:42:05 +0000

It’s all-caravan, all the time, Pia, but I can be found.

By: Madame B

Madame B — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 02:15:59 +0000

Oh you beauties. I’m too weird for Catholic blogging.

Anyway, the poem is as sad as when I prayed that my grandmother would get off her bed and walk to the store just one more time. Just one more time.. once.. just once..

More later..I have to run to the store. Gypsies smoke as well as swear.

By: gabrielle

gabrielle — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 00:45:32 +0000

Yes, I’ll hire some kind of hydroplane Greyhound bus, pia, then lower the wheels again and pick you up near the olive orchard. No gypsy has ever eluded me, especially when I’m wearing my special outfit. We may have to get you one too.

By: Pia

Pia — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 22:33:35 +0000

Me too! Gabrielle, do you think greyhound will pass by my place to pick me up??
Gypsy, I have something ready to put in the mail for you. You didn’t put your house on caravan wheels too, did you, gypsy??

By: gabrielle

gabrielle — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 19:36:24 +0000

gypsy, I can’t find your posts, so please tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it means. I just read something the other day from one Rabbi Hillel: “Take care of yourself – you never know when the world will need you.” We need you, Madame Boanerges – don’t you go and shut down on us again, please…don’t make me get on that Greyhound bus, until I get a week’s vacation carved out…you got room in the basement? The attic? Someplace with no insects? You got cheesecake?

By: Gabrielle

Gabrielle — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 17:41:17 +0000

Perhaps he is speaking to a loved one who has passed on, or maybe it’s that plea of the soul to a God Who appears to have been too long silent …oh, how many times, even as a child (which is when I first read and loved this poem) has my soul uttered something similar to: “Speak but one word to me over the corn.”

By: Ann

Ann — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 15:45:35 +0000

If I could hazard a guess, but please bear in mind I have not come across the poem or the poet before.
After the first reading I wondered if day/ dawn itself was being addressed, the closed lips being the silence.
But a second reading leads me to think the poet is addressing either a painting or a photograph or indeed the mortal remains of someone dearly loved.
He loves nature and sees in it reflections of his own moods and wishes that somehow just as the sun will come up and dispel the darkness, his love will speak just one word.
This is only my interpretation, please don’t be afraid to disagree.

( And on a more personal note is gyspy aware that visitors to her blog must now instal cookies. I will when I find out how…waiting to ‘read’ my son’s face…if you know what I mean.)

Thanks Gabrielle for the poem and the painting….I know little about the arts and I appreciate your choices.