
child of my past, you
have not traveled far enough
to forget troubles
that once stood before you—ones
you could not tell from the ones
that had been left be
hind—sometimes to understand
means to leave, and some
times it requires being held
by what you could not keep—you
can never find all
the pieces to the puzzle
at the same time—but
so much remains—release what
is lost–make ways to be found
Sarah at dVerse asked us to have a conversation with a poem we read in the last year that resonated with us. Last week I was listening to some poems being read on Brain Pickings, and one particular Emily Dickinson poem, read by Patti Smith, stayed in my mind. As I listened to it several times, I wrote down the words that jumped out at me, and started to make my own poem with them. I sometimes do this when listening to poetry, and find that the emotional tone influences what I write, even if the subject I write about turns out to be totally different.

Sarah’s prompt made me return to and revise the poem, and I thought it went well with a collage I just finished too, based on the Tarot Nine of Wands. I love all kinds of cards, and the symbolism of Tarot is especially rich for the kinds of imagery I use in my collages. Nine of Wands is a card of resilience.

You can read Emily Dickinson’s poem #600, I Was Once a Child, and hear Patti Smith reading it, at Brain Pickings, here.
wow, love this Kerfe … resilience is evident! It’s a core strength that’s heals us over time altho we never forget the crime …
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Thanks Kate. Its a quality that’s needed now more than ever.
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and we all have it, we seldom realise how much and how strong until it’s tested … and we are all being tested now! Take care precious 🙂
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I love the fact that you were doing this last week! It was interesting to read the original poem, and then look at yours again. I can see the conections, but this isn’t a pastiche, it’s a real poem that has a splash of Dickinson in its DNA. And dashes, which felt like a playful nod to her as well.
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Thanks Sarah. That’s what I like about listening to a poem being read–I think you capture an essence that you don’t necessarily get by reading it. Brain Pickings happened to have their yearly poetry reading show available for watching last week, so your prompt worked well in that context.
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Kerfe, Wow. Really, just – Wow.
-David
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Thanks David. Dickinson is always a good starting point for thought I find.
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I really enjoyed the Dickinson poem and your interpretation: you speak with different voices but the same poetic soul. I love the collage too! I ordered Dickinson’s complete works as a belated Christmas present to myself and am still awaiting delivery.
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Thanks Ingrid. What a treat that will be! My Dickinson book is in storage, but I look forward to retrieving it, hopefully this year.
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How odd that we both wrote about lost children. Yes, you are right, we are all the children of our past, still looking for the same things. Some found (of the nine perhaps) and some we have forgotten on the way. I like how your child sounds like the adult of Dickinson’s, still marvelling even with the knowledge and cynicism that comes with getting older.
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Thanks Jane. I believe Dickinson never lost that sense of wonder, even as she acknowledged the difficulties and sorrows of living.
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That’s what I thought. I don’t know how much of her isolation was of her choosing though.
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Yes, it’s hard to tell.
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I agree with Sarah, And you’ve been listening to Brain Pickings too! The opening stanza of your poem resonates deeply with me. Those children of our past are never lost, they sit quietly within us reminding us occasionally of what we were.h Sarah.
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Thanks Kim. They do, sometimes popping up when we least expect it.
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This was an excellent piece and an engaging read Kerfe — well written. I reslly love the image you created here as well. Always fascinating! Happy & Healthy New Year to you and yours. Here’s to writing wonderful poetry in 2021.
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Thanks Rob. I have a feeling we’ll need poetry more than ever.
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I like your synthesis here. Very mystical collage to go with the ideas. Wise words, K.
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Thanks Jade. The cosmos connects to everything.
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I listened to a podcast with Alan Lightman last week. He’s a rare beastie as he’s a physicist and storyteller/poet. So interesting to hear him talk about how everything began — as if he were there — and he was, just like we were 🙂
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I never got hooked by ED, but your poem excellently echoes the feel of her style. Nice response to the prompt. Your collages are astonishingly good. We should use one, or more of them as a d’Verse prompt some time.
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Thanks Glenn. That’s a lovely complement.
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This is deeply poignant! I especially like and resonate with; “sometimes to understand means to leave.” Yes! 💝
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Thanks Sanaa.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #6: Kerfe’s latest #tanka sequence for #dVersePoets!
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Thanks Frank!
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Love the artwork (Nine of Wands is a card of resilience).and the verses (of our history). I listen to Brain Pickings too so I will check on that reading. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks Grace.
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“—you
can never find all
the pieces to the puzzle
at the same time—but
so much remains—release what
is lost–make ways to be found”
The sequence of tankas and this beautiful ending left me speechless.
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Thank you!
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