Sunday, June 25, 2006

Morning Muses
By Don Iannone

Long wisps of sun sweep buttery light rays
through the summer green leaves
of the white birch trees in the front yard.
A lone dove twitches and preens herself
while singing mournful love songs to a lost mate--
too slow to avoid the powerful clutches of the red-tailed hawk,
who lives fully each day Darwin's code of survival.
The muse within contemplates the ever so fine line between
the sacred great chain of being stretching across the whole of life
and the more obvious food chain of life that does the same.
The sun now paints the yard in broader golden strokes,
more like a dreamy Monet watercolor than any Rembrandt creation.
The muse says Monet saw the sacred great chain
and Rembrandt saw the more practical food chain.
I think the lone dove must see both this morning.


Frida said...

Read your life vision... You're a Dr. Wayne Dyre fan, aren't 'cha?
He's pretty good.

Have you ever read Tao te Ching?

"The highest good is like water.
Water give life to the ten thousand things and does not strive.
It flows in places men reject and so is like the Tao.
In dwelling, be close to the land.
In meditation, go deep in the heart.
In dealing with others, be gentle and kind.
In speech, be true.
In ruling, be just.
In daily life, be competent.
In action, be aware of the time and the season.

No fight: No blame."

After reading this, read Nietzsche to get the full duality of man.

Life coach huh? Does that occupation come with a shiny whistle? (teasing)

Frida said...

Monet had a stigmatism. Look at anyone of his painting, the stigmatism was in his right eye. The left side of the canvas is blurred more than the right.

You're poem is sad this morning. Not that every poem should be about rainbows. For the lone dove you have to furrow your brow and say 'awww'.

Don Iannone said...


Thanks for stopping back and sharing.

Much truth in the Tao te Ching. I try to practice these lessons.

Nietzsche does offer the other side, not only to Lao-Tzu, but even Wayne Dyer. Here is one of my favorite Nietzsche quotes: "In heaven all the interesting people are missing."

Actually the attraction principle in my life vision statement comes from an older source--the alchemists of old knew this law well.

And yes, a shiny whistle indeed comes with the life coaching work. LOL.

What's your favorite color?

Don Iannone said...


Interesting. Thanks for the in-sight. Did not know about Monet's sight problem -- perhaps that adds to his curiosity as an artist. Otherwise he might have been a blacksmith.

Sad poem? The thing about poetry is you never quite know how it will come out. Sun leads to rays of hope and sometimes dispair if you are Nietzsche. In the light all things that may be seen are revealed. Note: Many other things are never visible, only felt.

Dan said...

And what if Monet had been a blacksmith?
Beautiful poem, Don. Thanks!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Dan. If he were a blacksmith he'd be a shoe in for horsin' around!

Gangadhar said...

Beautiful poem,Don..
The sun now paints the yard in broader golden strokes..great line..
And i came here earlier a couple of times..Fantastic blog..
Btw thanks for stopping by at my blog and adding me in ur blogroll..Me too added u in my blogroll..

keep visiting..

Poetry by Kai said...


samuru999 said...

Very beautiful poem.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Gangadar. I will definitely be back to your blog. Lots of useful and insightful information there.

Thanks Kai.

Thanks Samuru999.

Rob said...

You have dealt with powerful issues in this poem. Once again the last line is neat.

jim said...

You are pushing the envelope here Don, very good, keep pushing, go for it.

Frida said...

Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

Alchemist rule of equivalant exchange? Hum, I haven't read any of the alchemist texts. Are they online?

While waiting for your answer I Illusions: Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. A pop culture version.

Favorite color is Ultramarine blue. Some times a blue some times a purple.

Monet the blacksmith, he would have enjoyed it. There would be more contrast in color in his work. He painted what his eyes held.

Don Iannone said...

Many thanks Jim. Hope things are well with you.

Don Iannone said...

Frida..,thanks again for the thought-provoking ideas.

As for Alchemist texts online. Here is a good starting point:

As for Bach's work. Great stuff. In that regard: "You teach best what you most need to learn."

Blue = spirit and purple = healing and spirit as well. Nice ones. Blue is very big with me.

Good point...all of us paint what are eyes (outer and inner) hold.

As for the mental beehive, meditation will help with that. LOL

Don Iannone said...

Rob...thanks. They're there you're right.

Imemine said...

Sometimes my mind is empty and I have nothing to say. Words don't seem to mean anything.
I guess the key to appreciating and understanding a poem is to just take the time to read it carefully, enjoy the beauty of the words held together by logic or some emotion, and hope the meaning sinks in.
You are a poet; I am a poem maker.

Don Iannone said...

Imemine...thanks. Actually all of us are poem cobblers---piecing and patching together emotions and thoughts to create poetry.

Rachel said...

What a moving poem. The ending made my heart stop, which reminded me of this poem by Eamon Grennan:


I was watching a robin fly after a finch -- the smaller bird
chirping with excitement, the bigger, its breast blazing, silent
in light-winged earnest chase -- when, out of nowhere
over the chimneys and the shivering front gardens,
flashes a sparrowhawk headlong, a light brown burn
scorching the air form which it simply plucks
like a ripe fruit the stopped robin, whose two or three
cheeps of terminal surprise twinkle in the silence
closing over the empty street when the birds have gone
about their own business, and I began to understand
how a poem can happen: you have your eye on a small
elusive detail, pursuing its music, when a terrible truth
strikes and your heart cries out, being carried off.

Rachel said...

The Grennan poem is from "Still Life with Waterfall," Copyright 2002.

Don Iannone said...


Thanks for stopping by and glad you enjoyed the poem. My what a similarity in the Grennan poem. Thanks for calling my attention to it. Wow.

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Don Iannone said...

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