Kealan Coady

Third Person Omniscient

by Kealan Coady

Monday 10th May 2010 3:47 pm

Out here on the may hills

Stillwater shines in silver thickets

And shrub

stumbles down a rock edge.

Fig leaves release in the wind

Where the scene is swallowed by sky.

The surface of the view

Obtained at perfect height

Defines the climb.

Looking down

Past the sedimentaries,

Cloud mint air and cotton distance

People wandering around

In tiny black splotches

Like full stops.

A thought occurred

That consumed me completely.

If we are ants

From mountain views

Then what are we to the stars?

◄ The Many Aspects Of Panic

Bland Gandhi ►

Comments

Rachel Bond

Thu 13th May 2010 12:09

yes cynthia i agree that poetry is beautiful as it expresses the thoughts or ideas we hold within our sub conscious and to hear them expressed by another with the skill for writing that kealan possesses, is exciting. to feel that connection with another on a whole other level of communication not like the everyday is a wonder. sometime i feel i have more in common with celebrity musicians and singers than I do real friends even as they are brave enough to convey deep emotion. No theres not a thing known as original thought would be soft to think so...but i discussed this haiku with kealan and hes forgotten (like we do) im glad its impacted in his thoughts.
lonely at the top...when the majority of poeple dont understand you and ridicule you ostricise you or suggest your 'near' original thoughts are crazy because they're 'unique' or because you enjoy being different and stimulating minds from the outside of society...well its lonely. I dont know where all these kindred spirits are as its very rare to meet any one in real life, not through print but in person that truley connects. ive met one and hes dead now...perhaps fleeting moments of beauty are just not enough for me. want to exist on another plane. have thought sometimes the world would be nicer if none of us could talk(babel and all that) just commune in sign and in wriiten word...nice and peaceful.

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 12th May 2010 21:16

This is beautiful, Kealan. I know you know these thoughts aren't 'new thoughts' at all, but have been the insights of thinking people since people began. But it takes fresh voices for each generation to express them. I'm not sure what Rachel means by 'lonely at the top'. There are many kindred spirits circling the peaks. What is really exciting is finding them - especially through shared poetry.

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Tue 11th May 2010 17:18

a very beautiful poem but the last verse is from Rahel's hiaku which she wrote for me when she was a teenager, Great minds eh?

Rachel Bond

Tue 11th May 2010 14:28

this is so beautifully written. i love the simplicity in your imagery close to true beauty.
i have often asked about the ant question.
i wrote a haiku about it which asked if our earth is a giant that we cannot comprehend as a living being because of its sheer scale...what are we to the miniscule life in the moss on the barks of trees...and how vast is the space between us...and what bodies orbit us...like the stars?
its so nice to meet someone who thinks the same. ive had many a smart insult directed at me for thinking about giants and ants from people at church usually...not that i should expect much else from them...only this guy was from africa and a true spirit.. i was so dissapointed when he laughed along with all the others there who couldnt understand me.
ah kealan its lonely at the top eh?