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Oh Sumptuous Moment

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  Oh Sumptuous moment Slower go That I may gloat on thee - 'Twill never be the same to starve Now I abundance see - Which was to famish, then or now - The difference of Day Ask him unto the Gallows led - With Morning in the sky               Emily Dickinson #1125 TJ Description,     This is about being in a state of ecstasy, a sort of manic phase.  In this state there is no need of food or money, you are pure "abundance" in and of itself. Walking around high on life, "With morning in the sky".      Unfortunately this high does not last, it is a, "difference of day", you wake up and realize your are "famished". This is why when we feel that "Sumptuous moment" we want time to stop or "slower go" so we can enjoy and "gloat on thee".  Soak up every moment of life because, before you know it, the end is near, and you will be "led" to your own "Gallows", but stay high and keep "morning in the s

September's Baccalaureate

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  September's Baccalaureate    A combination is Of Crickets - Crows - and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming - An Innuendo Sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher                                                    Emily Dickinson #1271 TJ Description,     This poem is about the changing seasons from summer to fall.  It is funny how the seasons seem to creep up on us. We go to bed, and next thing you know you have to wake up with an alarm  in the cold and dark.  Pleeeease just 10 more minutes.     But right before it starts to get cold September is that magical month.  The colors and breeze of September feel so good, caressing us like a child about to fall asleep.     In this poem I imagine Emily Dickinson waking up to put her gardening tools away, retreating to the parlor to sit by the fire, with no phone or TV, just her and her minds philosophies.                                                   ...

Make Your Bed

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  Ample make this Bed - Make this Bed with Awe - In it wait till Judgment break Excellent and Fair. Be it Mattress straight - Be it Pillow round - Let no Sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this Ground -  Emily Dickinson # 289 In David Preest’s website http://www.emilydickinsonpoems.org/ he said, “Emily herself titled a copy of this poem ‘Country Burial.’ The mourners are to make the spacious bed of this grave ‘with Awe,’ because in it the dead man awaits the day of Judgment.”  This description of the poem made me see it completely differently than what I was thinking when I first read it. I couldn’t help but gravitate to this poem, seeing that I now make multiple beds on a daily basis.  I make beds as part of my profession and take great pride in a good crease. To me a well-made bed stood for good discipline, like a soldier making the perfect bed, and because of that good discipline, you will be judged “Excellent and Fair.” The thing is, usually it's the unmade beds that show, this p

Can good things come from Bad

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  If springs from winter rise, can the Anemones Be reckoned up?   If night stands first – then noon To gird us for the sun What gaze! When from a thousand skies On our developed eyes Noons blaze!                      Emily Dickinson #63 Descripiton, This poem is addressing the fact that good things can come from bad things or situations.  This poem is saying from hard work comes the great satisfaction of putting up your feet and resting on a day off. We may be blinded by the night or the negative situation that we are in.  But soon coming out of the situation, we will see why it all happened in the first place, and then, “What gaze!”

Image, Description, and Video for Poem #1474

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  Estranged from Beauty - none can be - For Beauty is Infinity - And power to be finite ceased Before Identity was leased. Emily Dickinson #1474 There is a comfort in knowing beauty will always be there.  You don’t have to be rich or poor to appreciate beauty.  “Beauty is Infinity” it is always there and it is just a matter of being open to the presence of beauty. If you do feel beauty is missing from your life, then most likely you just need to slow down.  Beauty requires you to be present. Stop bringing your phone everywhere or at least shut the notifications off so you're not distracted.  Beauty requires presence and time to look and see what you are seeing.  When I took life drawing, I thought every nude figure, no matter shape or size, was gorgeous.  Now I see the beauty of the figure in nature and my son’s activities.

Animation and Description for Poem #244

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  It is easy to work when the soul is at play - But when the soul is in pain - The hearing him put his play things up Makes work difficult - then - It is simple, to ache, in the Bone, or the Rhind - But Gimblets - among the nerve - Mangle daintier - terribler - Like a Panther in the Glove - Emily Dickinson This poem is about the instinctual aspect of creativity, which is represented by the Panther.  This type of creativity includes all manner of things that require a person to lose themselves.  You completely lose yourself and become the Panther. It requires you to get your brain out of the game.  There are many instances (athletics, writing, music, etc.) where we over think things, and end up mangling the whole thing. Our brain becomes the “Gimblet” that “Mangles” and suffocates the

Piece dedicated to David Preest for poem # 1437

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  A Dew sufficed itself - And satisfied a Leaf And felt “how vast a destiny” - “How trivial is Life!” The sun went out to work - The Day went out to play And not again that Dew be seen  By Physiognomy   Emily Dickinson This piece is dedicated to David Preest, who so graciously has shared his knowledge and love of Emily Dickinson in his website for all to see. Below is his beautiful description of the poem above. http://www.emilydickinsonpoems.org/ 1437 F1372 'A Dew sufficed itself' A Dew, which had been sufficient for and satisfied a Leaf, thought how trivial had been his life but to what a vast destiny [the life of a tree] he had contributed. That dew was never seen again for anybody to comment on his face, but his tragedy is still to be found in the records of the fleetingness of transport or joy and the celerity of fate. Maybe the Dew is anyone of us. David Preest Life is fleeting so make work your play and play your work!