"A Young Man Reading at Candlelight" by Matthias Stom‘Night Verses’ and Other Poetry by Brian Palmer The Society April 9, 2021 Beauty, Poetry 9 Comments . Night Verses The airy rush of thoughts today The evening breeze has whisked away. The wind that spoke to me in wings Has flown and left old, scattered things. Some small and faint discarded words Remain like fragile bones of birds. I gather letters from the ground, Recall their lofty flight and sound. I turn their verses rune by rune To lines beneath the harvest moon. Revived, deciphered bird I know I’ll hold a moment, then let go. . . The Hills and Hours Hills in layers. Hills upon the hills In grays and blues that overlap, broad strokes Of paint. The hum of depth and distance fills This world of roses, granite, herons, oaks. ____The need for pressed, accustomed places kills ____In time. Nostalgia smolders. Memory smokes. ____Our thoughts drift up, away, and dissipate. ____In quiet kitchens we sit, still, and wait. The language of the hills is heard in grass, And spoken, too, by leaves, owls, ferns, and toads. It’s scrawled on streams, wind-etched on lakes of glass, And found engraved in rock as land erodes. ____And while these living phrases pass ____In lotic, lentic, and tectonic codes ____We might decipher if we’d travel deep, ____We tilt our heads to silent dreams, and sleep. Palimpsestic—as the old for new gives way— The hills in folds provide a place to learn That things emerge as even some decay, As do the flames from ash when seasons burn. ____Yet we in kitchens of each passing day ____Ignore those landscapes we can’t quite discern. ____And sit, and wait, for hours upon the hours, ____Flat, still lifes: small vases of cut flowers. . . Brian Palmer is managing editor of the literary journal, THINK. He earned his MFA in Creative Writing-Poetry Concentration at Western Colorado University. He lives in Grand Junction, Colorado. 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Anyhow, back to my half (third) written novel and thanks for the read. Reply Brian Palmer April 17, 2021 Thanks for the comments and kind words, Paul. Wordsworth was indeed on my mind as I wrote this poem; I believe “The World Is Too Much With Us” epitomizes his Romantic ideal. It does seem that far too often we fail to use our senses—coupled with, necessarily, our Imagination—to communicate with and learn from nature which has the tremendous transformational power to turn rather dull, staid complacency to constant awe. And also, we forget that to experience the beauty, mysteries, and abundances most certainly to be found just beyond the safe and familiar “frames” of our lives requires no small measure of our own volition. I admire Hughes, by the way. Like him, I write to reflect my belief that nature is a discernible and consequential force—whether beneficent or otherwise is inscrutable, often depending on the subject and, therefore, subjective, and a deep philosophical question, to be sure. Good luck with your novel! I’m happy to know I had a small part in urging you to gather up those letters once again! Reply jd April 9, 2021 Really enjoyed, Brian, especially the first, which I could do quickly. The second with take more time and re-reading but I have no doubt it will leave me satisfied. Reply Brian Palmer April 17, 2021 Thanks, JD! I’m so happy you enjoyed “Night Verses.” I do believe in the beauty of what’s “fleeting.” Reply Julian D. Woodruff April 9, 2021 These are both very fine, Mr. Palmer. I love the intensely visual opening of “Hills and Hours,” which reminds me of California’s coastal range, where my roots are. I also enjoy the limpid rhythm and alliteration in both. Reply Brian Palmer April 17, 2021 I appreciate the kind words, Julian. What’s amazing is that I drafted this poem while hiking in the hills just west of Atascadero! That area is absolutely beautiful, almost ineffably so, and certainly inspiring. I’m happy my poem triggered some memories and emotions for you. What else can a poet hope for? Reply Cynthia Erlandson April 9, 2021 I especially love “Night Verses”. My favorite aspect of it is the way you make words themselves a theme by relating thought / speaking / letters / verses / runes / lines / deciphered; and then you make airy /breeze /wind / seem almost visible images by the other images that surround them. Reply C.B. Anderson April 9, 2021 In the last line of the first stanza of “The Hills and Hours”, the comma you place after “sit” does some strange things to the meter: This caesura forces the reader to put a stress on “sit,” and thus with “KITchens we,” there are two consecutive unstressed syllables, which seems odd. Why not: In quiet kitchens we sit still and wait. If you meant “still” in the sense of “up to the time indicated” or “yet,” then why not: In quiet kitchens still we sit and wait. Part of the difficulty here is that “quiet” and “still” are sometimes synonymous, but the unnecessary comma(s) are the real culprit. Otherwise, I thought this was a really good poem, filled with subtle thoughts and layered images. And the nonce form you introduce here intrigues me. If it doesn’t have a name yet, then you should give it one. Hold on! I see now that this is ottava rima. The indentation of the second half of each stanza is what threw me off! Reply RF Brooks April 10, 2021 Nicely done. A solid command of meter and rhyme. Also appreciate your concrete imagery. If you continue to write poetry like this you’ll put together a collection any poet should be proud of. You’re a solid poet. If I had one wish though, it would be that you find ways to introduce more idiomatic patterns of speech into your poetry. As it is, it is beautiful, but in a very literary way. I don’t like the word derivative (because the word is often misused), but one doesn’t get the sense, yet, for a unique voice or personality in these poems. Rather, they feel like lovely poems that could have been written in 1921. Just something to think about. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.