Neighbors Poem by Frank Avon

Neighbors



In mid-afternoon in August
I sit in the shade

of the sycamores and black oak,
the shelter I dwell within,

near marigolds and calladiums;
I watch the red bird feeder with windows,

and see the titmouse
and chickadees,

neighbors,
I welcome and feed,

the titmouse with his silver crest,
the chickadee with his white cheeks

and black cap,
They come and they go,

back and forth,
and what I see is the way it should be:

in the ordinary
an epiphany.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: insight,nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 09 September 2015

BTW This passage from AGNOSTIC/PROGNOSTIC is a beautifully simple in expression but holds within the essence of the Christian worldview and redemptive knowledge: TO EMPTY MYSELF OF THE FLESH / AND RELINGUISH MY DESTINY / TO JESU / THE CHRISTOS. The theme of sacrifice is clearly stated. In NEIGHBORS the passage IN THE ORDINARY / AN EPIPHANY provides a wonderful point for the poem to come to rest. That famous lapsed Catholic, James Joyce, broadened the word to fit the secular context, but still retain its numinous aura. I love your precise description of the animals, they live real physical lives in your poem but seemed touched by something beyond that physicality, perhaps that numinous aura of the epiphany. I do believe that animals carry within some trans-physical dimension of being, and they possess souls, which the nuns in school told us was false. But too many other spiritual traditions affirm the numinous shines from within animal existence

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Frank Avon 09 September 2015

he numinous shines within animal existence: oh yes yes yes

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