I see the children smile and smile and peer.

The sensuous pleasure of warm air on skin
For three years past, I’ve let no solace near.
Summer’s here,  birds chirp, begin again.

I feel, at last, some joy erupt within.
I have heard the music  of my fear
No sensuous pleasure of warm air on skin

 

To not appreciate this earth may be a sin
I have missed the voice of him, so dear.
Summer’s here,  birds chirp, begin again.

Who could understand my time in hell but him?
Hard to dream of new love without fear.
The sensuous pleasure of  his hand, my skin

I beg him to return, I’ve served my time.
But he cannot reply, my heart is seared.
Summer’s here,  birds chirp, begin again.

 

I see the children smile and smile and peer.
As I sing,  my voice is dark and clear.
The   birth and message  of  the song risen
Says summer’s  come, I shall begin again.

 

Starting with the sonnet form

The first line of Gray’s Elegy has the right meter.for a sonnet.

“The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.”

So you must write a line to that music:

The clouds rise up and race across the sky

for example; then you need a second line.I find these two lines must be interesting.emotional , deep or symbolic.After that, the structure determines to some extent how you can develop your poem…Fourteen lines according to the pattern below.

ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

Sonnets are usually serious but it is possible to write a humorous one.Historically it was the metaphysical poets who wrote this way about love and death…John Donne is one of them.He wrote the famous poem

No man is an island

/Brightness
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Sonnet on writing a poem

Poetry is the art of shaping words

The structure contributes to make a whole.

And writing sonnets is not just for us nerds.

Creating structures helps to create our souls.

Yet many folks are frightened by the risk

Of imperfection, criticism and pain.

But for myself, I love this frightening task.

So gaily I sit down to write again.

Though what I write may not be alpha plus.

The chance to share my feelings lures me on.

And when I travel on a London bus

I write a note before my thoughts are gone

We each can be creative in  some way

And find our happiness in being gay

On E.E.Cummings

How to Neutralize Haters: E.E. Cummings, Creative Courage, and the Importance of Protecting the Artist’s Right to Challenge the Status Quo

“The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself,” young E.E. Cummings (October 14, 1894–September 3, 1962) wrote in his beautiful essay on what it really means to be an artist. He lived this tenet every day, on every line, and spent his entire career defending the basic creative freedom to dismantle the accepted order, the way things have always been done, in order to get to the heart of truth and beauty.

 

 

Discussion or dialogue

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Legendary Physicist David Bohm on the Paradox of Communication, the Crucial Difference Between Discussion and Dialogue, and What Is Keeping Us from Listening to One Another

 

Legendary Physicist David Bohm on the Paradox of Communication, the Crucial Difference Between Discussion and Dialogue, and What Is Keeping Us from Listening to One Another

“Words,” Ursula K. Le Guin wrote in her abiding meditation on the magic of real human communication, “transform both speaker and hearer; they feed energy back and forth and amplify it. They feed understanding or emotion back and forth and amplify it.” But what happens in a cultural ecosystem where the hearer has gone extinct and the speaker gone rampant? Where do transformation and understanding go?

What made, for instance, James Baldwin and Margaret Mead’s superb 1970 dialogue about race and identity so powerful and so enduringly insightful is precisely the fact that it was a dialogue — not the ping-pong of opinions and co-reactivity that passes for dialogue today, but a commitment to mutual contemplation of viewpoints and considered response. That commitment is the reason why they were able to address questions we continue to confront with tenfold more depth and nuance than we are capable of today. And the dearth of this commitment in our present culture is the reason why we continue to find ourselves sundered by confrontation and paralyzed by the divisiveness of “us vs. them” narratives. “To bother to engage with problematic culture, and problematic people within that culture, is an act of love,” wrote the poet Elizabeth Alexander in contemplating power and possibility. Krista Tippett calls such engagement generous listening. And yet so much of our communication today is defined by a rather ungenerous unwillingness to listen coupled with a compulsion to speak.

The most perennially insightful and helpful remedy for this warping of communication I’ve ever encountered comes from the legendary physicist David Bohm (December 20, 1917–October 27, 1992) in On Dialogue (public library) — a slim, potent collection of Bohm’s essays and lectures from the 1970s and 1980s, exploring the alchemy of human communication, what is keeping us from listening to one another, and how we can transcend those barriers to mutual understanding.

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Decades before the social web as we know it and long before Rebecca Solnit came to lament how our modern noncommunication is changing our experience of solitude and communion, Bohm cautions:

In spite of this worldwide system of linkages, there is, at this very moment, a general feeling that communication is breaking down everywhere, on an unparalleled scale… What appears [in the media] is generally at best a collection of trivial and almost unrelated fragments, while at worst, it can often be a really harmful source of confusion and misinformation.

He terms this “the problem of communication” and writes:

Different groups … are not actually able to listen to each other. As a result, the very attempt to improve communication leads frequently to yet more confusion, and the consequent sense of frustration inclines people ever further toward aggression and violence, rather than to

Speaking and listening

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Erich Fromm’s 6 Rules of Listening: The Great Humanistic Philosopher and Psychologist on the Art of Unselfish Understanding

 

An experience makes its appearance only when it is being said,” wrote Hannah Arendt in reflecting on how language confers reality upon existence. “And unless it is said it is, so to speak, non-existent.” But if an experience is spoken yet unheard, half of its reality is severed and a certain essential harmony is breached. The great physicist David Bohm knew this: “If we are to live in harmony with ourselves and with nature,” he wrote in his excellent and timely treatise on the paradox of communication, “we need to be able to communicate freely in a creative movement in which no one permanently holds to or otherwise defends his own ideas.”

If we don’t trust, suspicion haunts our view

What are those brown objects in the bowl?
The salad green is easier to see.
Are they meat or are they Dover’s soul?

They’re not black so they cannot be coal
They don’t look like  cherries heavenly
What are those brown objects in the bowl?

 

Underneath the Castle in a hole
A room was made as World War strategy
Where  our government could hide if Hitler called,

To eat to please our mother is a goal
If we don’t trust, suspicion spoils our view
Of  those dark objects in the salad bowl

 

My nephew picks them up, they are not moles
They’re salad spoons of wood, auspiciously.
They look neat, they are not dead brown wholes

 

When we  ingest  food we need to be
Trusting of the one who made the tea.
What are those two brown objects in the bowl?
Are they meat or are they two lost souls?

To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog’s not mad. You grant that?” I suppose so, said Alice

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Photo by Mike Flemming 2017 copyright

“And how do you know that you’re mad? “To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog’s not mad. You grant that?” I suppose so, said Alice. “Well then,” the Cat went on, “you see a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags it’s tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass