16 February 2017

What You Are

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Starry Night Over the Rhone by Vincent van Gogh

 

Stardust I’m told, but also a river—
A flowing body of ice cold water
and still more—its warm bedrock container.

Perception, true, but also awareness
that neither adds nor subtracts, but receives
and releases without straining borders.

You are clarity without consumption
and questions with time-sensitive answers—
not a sculptor with quickly setting clay.

Your presence meets mine (!) mixed media,
lively protean sensibility
coming / going simultaneously.

What you are is kindred and kind to me
inviting me to be quite near or far
as led, not judging where that should take us. 
What you are is artist, is magician,
is director, is performance itself,
and a sometime audience witnessing.


My blog poems are rough drafts.
Please respect my copyright.

© 2017 Susan L. Chast


25 comments:

Martin Kloess said...

Sounds like you are talking about me, comes the echoes of everyone who reads this.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

So much strength here...feeling so good reading this...great!

You are clarity without consumption
and questions with time-sensitive answers—
not a sculptor with quickly setting clay.....nice!

Mary said...

Well, if I am honest I will say that this poem confuses me. I cannot figure out what the "you" is referring to. I must have missed a clue somewhere. Sorry.

Mary said...

OK, I understand this now...with another read. It speaks of relationship between the poet and the reader. I really like the way you penned this, Susan.

thotpurge said...

love the fluidity that the relationship draws..receiving and releasing without straining borders.. perfect.

Sumana Roy said...

artwork, artist and audience make a whole unit...it's an inseparable relationship through the ages...' What you are is artist,....is performance itself / and a sometime audience witnessing.'...how beautifully you extol the great artist....

Susan Anderson said...

You are clarity without consumption
and questions with time-sensitive answers–
not a sculptor with quickly setting clay.

:Love this!

Old Egg said...

We all see (or read) art in different ways and our feelings are entirely our own and may see in such work visions not even considered by the artists themselves.

gillena cox said...

Your opening line say it all. It really boils down to how the viewer or reader in the case of literature perceives a piece if art. How do we know what is in the mind of the artist/writer. We can never gets it all right. And there are always so many interpretations.

Have a nice Sunday

Much love...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

My goodness there is so much fiery emotion and pulsating power in this poem, Susan!❤️ Especially enamored by; "You are clarity without consumption and questions with time-sensitive answers— not a sculptor with quickly setting clay." Sigh..❤️ beautifully expressed.


Lots of love,
Sanaa

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautifully expressed.

Hard, though, sometimes, to allow oneself to be led. (And oh how glad I am that someone else besides me still spells it that way!)

Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) said...

Sigh... a "sometime audience" somehow an echoing image...lovely

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I especially admire the stanza beginning "you are clarity without consumption." So well penned.

Julian said...

What you are is kindred and kind to me
inviting me to be quite near or far
as led, not judging where that should take us. .........Really like this stanza.

C.C. said...

I love the contrast in the first stanza....between the ice cold water and the warm bedrock container. Such palpable imagery there.

indybev said...

...kindred and kind to me....not judging where that should take us. Those words resonanate with me. Well said!

Matthew Henningsen said...

I really like this cryptic, mysterious poem, especially because of how you use "you." Makes it feel very real.

brudberg said...

We are that bond, we are a pair... reader and poet.

annell said...

You are everything to me...what a wonderful description!

Myrna R. said...

Love this Susan. You are.. . I needed to read this today. Beautiful thoughts..

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Someone who is everything (as your last stanza suggests) is a rare find indeed!

Wendy Bourke said...

Perception does hang on a moment, doesn't it? That is the nuance: the journey, the discovery and the joy, to be found in art.

rallentanda said...

What you are

good title and thought provoking poem

lemon j. said...

This is so beautiful. I especially like this:

What you are is kindred and kind to me"

blueoran said...

Poems are generally self-reflexive -- the lyric I Me Mine -- yet this is sheer empathy, tracing the contours of the Other. Which, in the end, to me are wonderfully self-revealing. Rilke told us once that praising is what matters, and it may be that celebrating the Other is the truer door into ourselves. Nice work.