Today I read poems I wrote 10 years ago
and didn’t understand them, except
I could tell they were intense. No
playing around allowed. I must have
understood them once upon a time.
Myth is like that, and tarot cards, and
spells—accessible to those who first
coded and recorded their secrets and
hid their power, and after that,
a mystery to solve. If I let them sink in
past the scrutiny of the mind, and seek
them on the emotive, on the playful level.
If I laugh at myself, laugh with myself.
If I trust that I was present at the beginning.Then, relaxed enough, I believe I can return
and read to find the hidden meaning.
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© 2024 Susan L. Chast
I like this positive approach. Time changes understanding.
ReplyDeleteIf I trust that I was present at the beginning... that is a profound thought...necessary to interpret it in the original context of that time and recognize its value to the present...
ReplyDeleteWhen I look back at early poems, I am often surprised to find that the deeper self who wrote the poem understood more than I consciously did about things. I resonate with this poem a lot.
ReplyDeleteSusan, leaving a reply here because you might not get notified from Substack. I've just started posting on that platform to explore a new space and new writing direction in the new year. My blog will continue, of course, though eventually some migration may have to happen!!! Hope the new year is kind to us all!
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