The Poets

April 26, 2011

The Harvesting

I fell into a mortal sleep
Alone the other day

And waking found that I was reaped
Like wheat that sickles slay

The new realm was a threshing floor
That drew out inner grain

The me, the I, the self, the core
The mental of the brain

It cleared away the weevils too
While winnowing the hull

And as the chaff through cool air blew
There came to view my soul

My husk now thoroughly was purged
And all that stood was me

A naked core made pure emerged
Into eternity


For the Rally

Bless the World

Rally, poets! - bless the world
With words the Muse might have you use:
All have won by doing so-

By doing so … you never lose.



just beautiful! such a wonderful flow to the words!

Jingle said...

what a lovely capture of moment of yourself.


Happy Rally.

Anonymous said...

So poignant. It was the rippling of the soul into clarity.


Carla M. Turner said...

I really felt this. Awesome, seriously. I will be back to read this again. ~And probably again... Keep up the inspiring work!

Lu Ann said...

Wow, I think I need something like that in my life, I need to find my core and just let everything else goes away.
:) Great post!

Anonymous said...

Nice piece :) Powerful!

John W. May said...

Thanks everyone, the kindness is very encouraging and means a lot.

Gypsywoman. The funny thing is, although the stanzas are divided into couplets, the actual working rhythm is a ballad form- that is, the poem is technically four quatrains (hence the flow). Here’s an example:

I fell into a mortal sleep
Alone the other day
And waking found that I was reaped
Like wheat that sickles slay

Jingle. The idea for the poem was actually from a theologian named Swedenborg. He has a concept pertaining to the various stages of regeneration we undergo after death. This poem is my spin on it.

tasithoughts. … “the rippling of the soul into clarity” … wow, poetically spoken. Thanks for stopping by (I’ll be checking out your site after I post this comment). Nice to meet you.

Thanks Carla, I’ve been equally blessed to have come to know you and you site (one of my favorites). I might say the same to you- keep up the inspiring work!

Lu Ann. One of my favorite quotes is “ne te quaesiveris extra” which translate: ‘nothing external’ or ‘nothing outside of self’. Inasmuch as harvesting is concerned, the goal is to get at the grain (i.e. the innermost core), which is done by stripping away all the unnecessary external elements … a very symbolic piece of wisdom nature gives us. Cool stuff. Very nice to meet you. Thanks for coming by.

argentpoet. Thank you for the kind words, and for stopping by. The style of the poem was influenced by Dickinson whose writings I consider to be exceedingly powerful. For you to say that about this piece means a lot to me. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Very nice piece of poetry John, describes a truth from within your soul, very nice moment of freedom. Thanks for stopping by.

BerlinerinPoet said...

You are SUCH a real poet! I'm almost ashamed to have you following my blog.
This is seriously a GREAT poem, and I'm wondering if you are published anywhere. Like, I would quite honestly buy this.

Ms. Rae said...

the iambic meter beats softly in alliterated 'w' but picks up through the cacophony of 'chaff in cool air' and then the assonance of the final couplets whispers of a winding dream.

lovely balance.

cheryl said...

One of your best!

Nancy said...

Stunningly beautiful.

Da other Part of 'Zo said...

This is one of those poems that slaps you in the face. By that, I mean I glanced over it, then did one of those double-takes. As I read it, I was entranced. Your flow and balance within the piece is epic. Definitely a visionary. (Patiently awaiting the next one)

John W. May said...

Wellspring Of The Soul. Thanks for the kind words and for stopping by as well. I got to say, you have quite the site as well (you have a style of writing that draws me in).

BerlinerinPoet. You, my friend, have me blushing big time! But the truth is YOU’RE the real poet. I come through you site often and am NEVER disappointed with what I read. When I read your poem Rejuvinated (the first poem of yours I read, I think) … when I read that you had me hooked. I’m very grateful to have the opportunity to follow you site- I mean that.

Inasmuch as publishing goes, I have a personal goal that I have to achieve before I endeavor to do that … but, God willing, it’ll happen.

Ms. Rae. Wow … very nice! A compliment in the form of a poem- thank you. In fact, I say to you: “Lovely balance.”

cheryl. You have got to be one of the sweetest ladies I know. It really moved me that you posted this on your site with your encouraging words. I’m truly thankful to have met you.

Nancy. Speaking of encouraging words! It delights me to no end every time I see you here. I have lots of friends, but only a handful of best friends … I hope you know you’re within that circle. Thank you, yadidah sheli, for your constant support.

Da other Part of 'Zo. I have to say, and I’m by your site often as well … you have got to be one of the most prolific and diverse writers I know! Your endeavor to experiment with as many different poetic form as you can is something that I deeply admire about you. You, my friend, are the visionary …

Things are a little busy for me over here, but I’ll be posting soon.

Rekha said...

I enjoyed this awakening of the soul clear of all the perceived and unseen flaws.

bttrflyscar said...

so thoughtful.

KidDenverPoet said...

Very kool and the picture was perfect for your words. Great flow.

Henry Clemmons

John W. May said...

Thank you, Rekha. There’s a loveliness to the thought that we have the potential of a higher purity of self. The poem definitely orbits around that theme. I appreciate your having stopped by.

bttrflyscar. Thanks for stopping by, and thank you for your words … very kind. The hardest part of the poem was keeping the vernacular of harvesting accurate while conveying an idea beyond it. I’m almost certain most poets know this difficulty. Anyhow, thanks you.

KidDenverPoet. I have to admit, one of my favorite things to do after having completed a work is to look for a picture that helps facilitate the idea behind the poem . Sometimes I’ll come across a picture that inspires a poem itself- you should check out my poem, Ballad of a Buddhist Boy, a poem inspired by the picture it’s presented with. Just curious, are you from Colorado (Denver)? I’m from Aurora.

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