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Nov 23 06, 09:33
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Waterwars.
Verse 1
They will choose to follow, although they may believe their choices falsely, but what is true will always be true.
Her friends will gather around her for they will be moved to gather and not know why but come on her beckoning because they will see her when their minds are closed to their prevailing industry.
They will see her face in the serene waters of the well common to all and her purpose will be creased like wrinkles as she, by her certain smile, will let them know their purpose together.
It will seem to them, then, that they will lose themselves in the great sea of unity and frightened, they will return to their industry until night’s end and sleep. Then in the bareness of their vulnerability they will let her stoke the fire of their union.
They will see the mighty towers of their world returned to the soil. They will wake, quaking, innocent but knowing. They will follow their unshapen imaginings to where the foundations for the well are laid , and their passion will be the buckets that scoop the water, their love that which pours without emptying to flood all the states of the world.
The call for their gathering will rise like frogs emerge in pools after a storm, each will be called according to their time to find their allotted place in the stream of destiny.
They will gather by deeds, and not surrender their territory but use it for the increase of the gathering. By kindness will they know their duty, by the stream of union will they know their mastery, by the strength of each and their giving will they know each other.
So they will gather around her who has rebuilt the well.
There are 10 verses to Waterwars, I thought that would be a little rich, so here is the first.
Gregory
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Nov 23 06, 13:53
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Hi Gregory I need to think about this poem before commenting. I was here, and wanted you to know I have read your poem. (I dont like reading and not leaving my foot prints!) Thank you for sharing your intricate, thought provoking poem. PP
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Nov 25 06, 03:06
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Dear Gregory,
This is well written, but I have to ask - is it a poem ? Seems much more like prose to me, with only the line breaks saying otherwise.
I have often failed to get what I want to say into a poem - but in my case I have tended to abandon, cuz I don't really want to get into prose.
I hope this does not disappoint you - but recasting as intended prose might be the way to go ?
Love Alan
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Nov 25 06, 06:27
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PP, thanks for the post, look forward to your comment.
Alan, actually your observation didn't disappoint me at all given that I cast it as a prophecy, which I am pretty sure is not classed as poetry as such. You can call it poetry, we all do, take a look at the Torah or the Bible or the Koran, but you are probably right, it is not accurate to do so. There are certain elements to prose that can be taken as poetic (aka Kahlil Gibran) and some of poetry that can be said to be prose (aka Walt Whitman). What distinguishes them seems to me to be pretty subjective, but overall you can tell what is proesy and what is poesy. I'm not sure what you'd class Waterwars as, but prose does seem closest, with a certain level of poesy I suppose. And I don't supprose which would be to suppress the rose, hehe. It all depends on what you are trying to say, and does poetry really compress meaning better than prose in certain expressive forms. I'm glad you brought it up because this element in Waterwars was what I was afraid the poetic establishment would reject. On your reckoning it was well written (thank you) but I wonder if that is going to be enough to break through, hehe, we shall see. Thanks for your thoughts, most interesting.
Cheers Gregory
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Nov 25 06, 08:35
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Hi Gregory ~
While you are have posted what you term "Verse I" for critique in the interests of aiding those who comment, I would appreciate seeing all of the verses posted here with comment requesting critique on Verse I at this time.
My reasoning is that what may seem necessary to comment on by viewing only Verse I, could be answered with a reading of the other verses.
As "Her" is apparently at the core of this prophecy. . .my focal comment on Verse I would be who is "she". . .however, that may become far more clear in viewing the whole of the work.
This piece holds a rather ominous tone. . .and I'm not certain, yet, that I should read this in a "lemming to the sea" type sense or not. . .
Will be interesting to read the rest.
~Rene~
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Nov 25 06, 09:08
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Rene, the reason I posted only verse 1 is because the rest is rather long, and sure I can post the rest, but maybe in another forum here, I'm not sure which one. I did post it for critique and if you cant make a crit from this without seeing the rest then I would gladly help. Which forum? I'll have a look and get back to you. The figure of 'she' is not what you are thinking if lemmings are involved. The other verses will give you more idea of what 'she' represents. Thanks for your observations. Cheers, Gregory
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Nov 25 06, 09:15
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Exactly my point, difficult to offer an intelligent crit based on only Verse I. . .I can crit only Verse I, certainly, but do not want to waste unnecessary comment if the whole gives a better view of "she"
Thank you. . .will look for the rest either at the bottom of this thread or in another forum.
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Nov 26 06, 08:16
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Rene, at the risk of being boring I have posted the full 10 verses but will want to post them one by one nevertheless. I think it would be brave of anyone to take on the whole thing at one go. This version of verse 1 includes some revisions I have made since posting. Thanks for your interest, Gregory
Waterwars.
Verses 1 - 10
1
They will choose to follow, although they may believe their choices falsely, but what is true will always be true.
Her friends will gather for they will be moved to gather unknowingly on her beckoning because they will see her only when their minds are closed to their prevailing industry.
They will see her face in the serene waters of the well common to all and her purpose will be creased like wrinkles as she, by her certain smile, will let them know their purpose together.
It will seem to them, then, that they will lose themselves in the great sea of their union and frightened, they will return to their industry until night’s end and sleep. Then in the bareness of their vulnerability they will let her stoke the fire of their uniting.
They will see the mighty towers of their world returned to the soil. They will wake, quaking, innocent but knowing. They will follow their unshapen imaginings to where the foundations for the well are laid , and their passion will be the buckets that scoop the water, their love the love that pours without emptying to flood all the states of the world.
The call for their gathering will rise like frogs emerge in pools after a storm, each will be called according to their time to find their allotted place in their union.
They will gather by deeds, and not surrender their territory but use it for the increase of the gathering. By kindness will they know their duty, by the stream of union will they know their mastery, by the strength of each and their giving will they know each other.
So will they gather around her to rebuild the well.
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For the well is the property of them but water is the property of all.
And how close to the waters of the well are you, who hear not the call? Are you not those that should receive the water once it has been scooped from the well by those that have been called?
And some will store the water in small reservoirs and not share from the flowing streams that feed the world, until their small pools have all dried; then they will cry again in thirst tearing their fingers digging into the dry, dead, earth.
Though the ground will crack underneath them, they will not find the water but as the water is given them by those who have been called. Then they will be called and see her face in their reflections, her soft hands outstretched to help them drink.
And others will have stored their water in greater reservoirs and charged the people as their reservoirs dried, an interest, until their reservoirs too, empty. Then they too, will be called, but they shall see his face as a call to death misshapen by their fear for they shall be guided by their interest.
Yet since the waters of the well once built shall never cease, if they would but come and quench their thirst they would lose their interest, and the gathering then would admit them
They would admit the gathering too for as their reservoirs dry so too their fear of thirst would devour them and in turn they would devour those who’s reservoirs had already emptied in tithes and remittances until all are poor and dying of thirst.
And she would build the well where all could gain access and though they would find water given freely, they would wish to own the well, and the water would not touch their lips or go into their throats or stomachs to refresh them.
Those who have been called would never cease from drinking and their thirsts easily quenched and they would bring the water in their buckets for all who relinquished possession of the well.
The well would be built person beside person and maintained and cleaned by the perpetual pouring of water into its heart as those who are called will take up their buckets and scoop only that which is allotted them by the depth of their love.
3 Whomsoever maintains not their well will receive no water.
When the time comes, when the face in the water is yours as you pull your pail from the well full to the measure of your love, you will see those who are scattered and parched, standing by their industry even as their dams dry, aching for spring rains, cursing the desert; and they will see you as if you were the promise of the storm carrying the substance of their craving.
Some will be called then. Others will build fences around the dwindling water they had stored and their battlements meant to protect it until their bullets turn to dust, their anger to desperation.
Some will be called then. Others will turn completely away even from her face entreating them from within the well as they dreamed. Dry and parched, they would perish.
You might pour an endless stream from your chalice into their thirsting mouths open like new born chicks cranking their necks for nourishment, but they would gain no relief or substance.
Their well would be broken, the waters pour from the cracks in its bricks into the soil; so they would dry up and join the ground. . Do not save your water, for you are called, not they, and when the time comes those who are called will outnumber those who are not; and all will then be nourished for all will have access and will drink their fulfilment, yet none will own the well.
Each is responsible for each and for all. The all is unable to respond to each but through each. So the man gasping his last breath will find you standing above him, tilting your bucket to pour, for you are able to respond, and, if he does also then he has been called and he will not thirst.
. 4 She will never leave the well once it is re-built and none would leave once called, nor cease their pouring, nor dip again their bucket once it has been dipped.
Drink now deeply those that are called, drink now and to your life’s end drink, for to drink is to share, and to share is to enter into the gathering.
Tilt your buckets wherever there is need and keep pouring whether those who need still perish by their interest, for the water is imperishable.
The minds of those called will be empty, for they have been dipped into the peace of the well and filled with water.
They will be full of the passion of unity, mindful and unselfish at rest as they seek the grace of the other.
As all around them perishes for want of water they will not want nor perish.
When all who are not called has perished then will invasion stop and protection vanish.
Then will betrayal and war become like the rusted hulks of old combine harvesters sitting in the fields.
Then will the rivers of concourse flow as the abundant well provides the laughter of friendship.
Then the world will be whole not round, and the distant galaxies but evidence of a greater river and a greater well.
5. Is your need for possession of the well really in your interests?
Do you tell a lie to cover a truth if your throat tastes the clear light of reason yet your thirst stays unquenched?
Once the sun has risen in the morning do you still think it night? Once you taste the pure meaning
of your sisters and brothers do you then return to the dust to quench your desires? If you see her face imploring you to drink,
would you still rather perish like buffalo stuck in the mud dying in the shrinking pools of the round world?
Or would you, rather, feel the increasing resonance of joyful hope that grows as those who are called come to the gathering, and also take up the calling?
When you see a man or woman scooping the last dregs of muddy water from their reservoirs they will seem unlike you, desperate,
yet it will be your own face you see in that putrefying hole and your tears will add nothing but salt,
despair and self-pity. Then she will call you again in the dark places between thoughts to come to the well, to drink, to be refreshed
in the presence of your sisters and brothers who’s joy cannot be countenanced but as joy and who’s desire to share the water
from the well is as natural as breath. When you feel the hard cold steel of fear poke into your ribs
or push your declining head into the mud demanding your water, when you see the desperate fear of death in the eye
of your assailant and recognize not yourself, then will her face seem more enticing and the flow of your regret seem monstrous.
If you try to grab at the remaining drops of water mixed in with the soil you will scoop merely mud and pain.
Your assailant will steal your pitiful belongings then ask you to pay a tithe to add to his stockpile,
though he will merely add dirt to his pile of murky water and sit smiling madly,
mud splashed over his face, and you will see him sit still like a statue made from the clay until his bones peel away their flesh.
If you but look toward the gathering and seek intimacy water would pour endlessly into your open mouth
and the pain of the fear of death would vanish. You would find those who have been called standing over you, tilting their buckets
pouring out their strengths, and you would look in wonder at their cheerfulness despite the deserts around you.
Will you then stay bogged in the swamps you have created, whilst the others walk freely on the dry ground?
Rather, will you come to the gathering and receive your bucket with the blessings of commitment.
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Those who need not conviction will gather easily under the canopy of the well
Rising majestically from the garden where the seeds of culture are germinating, the future of humus sapiens.
Under the umbrella of trust they will greet their family and none shall know the other
but by the all, nor see each other but by their conviction and ease of co-operation.
When the country bleeds into the city’s walls they shall stand by the well fixing the holes in their buckets.
When thirst parches the land and a suicidal price is set upon it, they will ready themselves to scoop
the water, to serve those in most need. When hunger fuels desperation and the illusion of war beckons
they will begin seeking harmony among people crossing the rivers of pain,
then as the continents change and nomads flood across the empty lands, they shall bring them water,
and each will take only their fill from the buckets until the buckets become a river, so the well shall be re-built.
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Mud lies thick in the well
The imperishable source flows under its broken walls,
feeding the undergrowth, and terrors grow more wild than logic can answer.
Free things would not go willingly to this debauch, but for their children
they would drain the bog and re-dig the pipes, they would tile the base and sides
then re-stump the posts and recoil the ropes that winch the bucket.
They would do this to replenish the people and free them from possessiveness.
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Those that took possession of the well would thirst unquenchably and surely those that have been so exhausted would return to be replenished.
There was a village and it was built around a well and the well provided
all the people in the village with water and all partook for the water never ceased.
The village prospered and all enjoyed the fruits of their labors and some became slovenly
realizing that if they held back their work the others would work harder and they would still get the water of the well.
The water started not refreshing them as it did those who worked and they craved more and more
until they were satisfied neither with the work they did nor the fruits of that work
which all the villagers shared despite the laziness of the few. Their dissatisfaction led to bitter
struggles for possession of the harvest and the villagers forgot to maintain the well.
Soon the well became muddy as the bricks and mortar started to crack and the water seeped into the subsoil.
The villagers recognized that their water had now subsided and the well began to smell.
Their lands became parched and their harvest mediocre, their babies hungry. They knew they would all have to help
equally to restore the foundations of the well and keep it well tiled and clean if the village was to survive,
but the few scriveners decided they would all leave and look for a place where their needs could be satisfied.
They set up a village away from the well and bought slaves to help them carry the water they needed to them.
The other villagers fixed the well’s foundations and again the town thrived, but they grew to despise the ones who had gone
and called them brother and sister no longer. They then made weapons and used them to scare away the slaves when
they came to get water. Both villages then made war with each other for possession of the water
but the village that surrounded the well fought against the slaves the slovenly few had bought
and though the slaves died, so did the villagers. The few waited until they had wiped them out
then came to claim the well and the town for, they reasoned, you might move the village
but you cannot move the well, and they used the remaining slaves and the surviving children
to clean and scrape the well of sediment and scoop the water for them. Now the surviving children grew
and remembered how their parents had died but the few had grown so lazy they forgot even that the children would remember
and frightened them into submission by taking away their water whenever they were given to curiosity or rebellion.
Then a strange thing happened, for when any of the few would look into the well they would see, not their face,
reflected in the water, but one of the children who had survived and become a slave, and they would perceive their enemy.
They could not then drink the water and began to die, the water would not touch their lips or throat or go into their stomach
but dehydrate even before leaving the bucket. The few then knew they were lost, and some were called at that moment.
The children rejoiced for they had been called to re-build the well together and none would take possession of the water hereafter
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The world is whole and has no shape, so no inhabitants but lives in all.
Why would you stand by a drying pool ready to lap at the fast hardening mud, when the face of your brother or sister
looks down at you hoping you will drink as their water pours lovingly from them? Why would you continue to see the world
as round, as a shape inhabited? why would you expect to extract a profit for yourself when it is from yourself you take?
Your reservoirs cannot contain any more than can sustain your bodies for a short time until the sun or the snows claim them.
No matter how big they are your interests in them will always be as big as the next fear
to strike you as you hold out your hand to those who die, bent beneath your tithes as you are bent beneath the tithes of those
whose dams are greater than yours. And at any moment they may be called to leave you to your desperation
lest you drink from their buckets and recognize the whole world has always been whole.
Always, right to the last moments you draw air into your lungs the faces of your brothers and sisters,
who have been called, will call you, and at the last breath you will be unable to escape that realization.
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Gather friends, gather at the well.
The well is being re-built even as you continue in your industry building interest, but what might you build together?
If you see the face of your brother or sister in the cool reflective space of dreams or even as you gaze away from the industries that bombard you with their calls to take your interest through their tithes, you are being called to the well to take up your bucket and seek for those that wish to drink also.
If you are called you will follow those that are also called to the well, which has no location on the round world but exists in any place in the whole world.
If you perceive the world is whole, not round, you will find your bucket and all that exists on the round world will cease to provide you interest.
You will no longer need to pay remittances or tithes to enjoy the flow of the water, to drink the full effervescence of the spring.
Mud lies thick at the bottom of the well, even the birds will not go near for the stench. Re-build this hell, friends, for that is the calling.
When the water flows away, the bricks are cracked, the mortar crumbled, no one drinks or stays, the well needs refurbishing, the clay fortifying..
Let go your own thirst friends for you will be quenched in the drinking of your brothers and sisters.
When those whom you wish to quench see mud pouring from your bucket, in your grace be no witness, be understood, their darkness will die with them either way.
When the well is new yet the water is low your children’s benefit must prevail, the well will fill as they drink of each other until the called outnumber the perishing.
Then will they share in the well that remains firm and unmoving, full of cold, pure, spring, replenishing for another day and for each soul who see only their interest.
When the cover of the well is removed and tithes are banished from consciousness, they will flower, your children, they will bloom. But should they forget and try to draw more than they need, so to their doom.
Should they not forget, they will inherit the whole world.
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Nov 26 06, 16:34
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What an undertaking this must have been. . .I will read through all ten. . .and get back in a few days with comments on Verse I.
Thanks for sharing.
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Nov 26 06, 18:22
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Hi Gregory. To answer your question on which forum to post the entire piece, if you are die-hard set that it is poetry, then this is the right forum. I am of the opinion that this should go in to the prose forum (IMHO), which you can access here: http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/index.php?showforum=8I'll be back, I've much to get caught up on since I've been away.... Take care. ~Cleo
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