Rumi’s Field

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Life hasn’t lent itself to writing or blogging or even visiting much lately, but I am online for a short time today and wanted to share this old poem – now rewritten – and to invite you to visit a new blogger, Steffi.  Say “hi” and cheer her on.

Also of note: Myra Schneider’s newest poetry collection (it’s fabulous), The Door to Color is out. The latest issue of ArtemisPOETRY is available from Second Light Network, a collective of women poets. It’s engaging as always. Much enjoyed both these works.

Also, details on the third issue of The B Zine are below and we are currently working on Issue 4, which will publish on February 6.  I hope that by mid-February I’ll be seeing more of of you. Meanwhile, you are in my thoughts and prayers!

like the ripeness of crimson, like ground,
opening to growth, the primal sward,
or the harder than rock diamond, the
quiet way a good word cuts out the

voice of deception, draws us into
the nameless as it’s written on glass
to see us though … words have a
way of multiplying themselves like

cells when they divide, like chicks
breaking from their shells, words
burst from our mouths like whales or
dolphins surfacing above water,
their music dances in our ears, sometimes

harmonious, sometimes dissonant, ready
to help or haunt – take hate, door slamming,
end of discussion, or unlatching love,
breaks down walls, willing to debate

or so delectable, like a sweet kiss
the first time before union transfixing,
and prayer, a different sort of melding,
it’s one that transforms us …

that we might make the peace, tear
the ragged pages from the old lexicon,
an act that breaks the binding of our
language to free the fresh sprouts …

pushing though the ether, populating
Rumi’s field, such an opening for grace,
like faith, hope and charity, renewed,
purified, taken clean and hard polished

and used in a poem with a new spirit ~
words, a boat that takes us from here
to there, and having arrived, we let it go …
floating beyond messages of wrong or

of right, in our spring – in Rumi’s field,
we’ll lie down on the lilt of grass, so full,
our peace no longer needing any words
or any poetry, nor even any name  . . .

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing  and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”   Rumi, Essential Rumi

©2013 poem and 2015 photograph, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day), All rights reserved; 

 The B Zine,Volume 1, Issue 3,

a publication of Beguine Again and The Bardo Group

January theme: “The Divine Feminine”

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