Donald Harbour Poetry

“I hope I can be the autumn leaf, who looked at the sky and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully it knew life was a gift.” ~ Dodinsky

Creation’s Cusp

Posted on 21 July 2008 by Donald Harbour

This poem written thanks to the talents and generosity of poet and artist Rick Mobbs and the inspiration of his painting fibonacci .

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The mind struggles to ponder,
That which it has always contained.
The soul is everlasting searching,
For the place from where it came,
We see without true vision,
We hear without understanding.
We think without comprehending.
The simple truth is not grand design,
The reality of this being,
The reality of human passage,
Becoming nothing more than dust,
To be born again in Creation’s Cusp.

7 thoughts on “Creation’s Cusp”

nathan1313 on 21 July 2008 at 2:05 PM said:

I can definitely see this poem in the painting. Great work

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throwshiswords on 21 July 2008 at 5:24 PM said:

“The soul is forever searching” Great line, which invokes the infinite spiral of the fibonacci — all we really learn is that there is even more yet to learn than we have learned. I like that the last line turns what could be despair into a vision of larger understanding.

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Sweet Talking Guy.. on 21 July 2008 at 5:42 PM said:

You’ve really got my mind working overtime with this one. I can’t help thinking that we’re only here to remember where we came from…

Cool poem, goes well with the prompt picture.

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artpredator on 21 July 2008 at 11:41 PM said:

i like that idea for this painting–creations cusp. got me thinkng about creations cup/s (holy grail anyone?)

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Brad on 22 July 2008 at 5:53 AM said:

The opening lines really did place me, rather uncomfortably, within the image. Great interpretation.

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jorc709 on 22 July 2008 at 3:58 PM said:

this is beautiful

jorc
empty garden

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Jenn on 23 July 2008 at 7:42 AM said:

Great poem. The 1st 4 lines are genious.

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