Sunday, May 5, 2013

Autodidact




The series of unending locks
becomes the frame on which to hang
bedtime notes, a transparent
mosquito net.


Confluence comes easy.
The splendor of merged silence
breeds a suite knowledge,
an exultant tutelage.


Everything is understood.
I think about the tender lessons,
how each lock is picked and turned –
the unbridled learning.


tk/May 2013 

Thanks to the talented R.A.D. Stainforth for reading this poem. 

Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt 

29 comments:

  1. Oh, I like the metaphor. Very good.

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  2. ...ah, the greatest teacher is naught but one self... and this - the nature - this is our school where unbridled learning always in abundance... now take a pick at thine own risk... bookmark worthy Tess... excellent! smiles...

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  3. This is great... I love your word choices, Tess.

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  4. Unending locks . . . how true.

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  5. Lovely!

    Nice bit wordplay: "a suite knowledge".

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  6. A serving of wise with a soupcon of witty...

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  7. the unbridled learning.... oh my.

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  8. `a suite of knowledge`. Perfect.

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  9. love the image of unpicked locks and unbridledness...x

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  10. Tender- I think her look is half that- and a little unsure! thanks-

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  11. Beautiful knowledge unwraps itself in each verse. Stunning poem. Thank you for the inspiration this week.

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  12. ... and are we, in fact ... our own best teachers. This is splendid.

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  13. She certainly seems to be on the path of discovery..thanks for taking us along...

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  14. unusual vision. thought-provoking. and had not see this Cassatt before.

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  15. your train of thoughts are really unique.... very interesting...

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  16. Messages are time-locked for one to discover them and then to react. More often than not one gets distracted and discovers those positive messages after the fact. Correcting them then may not be at their best. Remedial actions are not maximized. How true Tess! Great thoughts!

    Hank

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  17. "Suite knowledge" with "tender lessons"...your words are always full of new knowledge for the reader!

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  18. You always make the reader happy with your words....

    Beautiful!!!

    I would rather pick the clouds

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  19. I felt the walls of the space time continuum melting away with this one !

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  20. Such an impressive final verse.

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  21. The splendor of merged silence
    breeds a suite knowledge,
    an exultant tutelage.....I love the play on the word "Suite" for knowledge is indeed often "sweet" though may leave an aftertaste!...superb poem.

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