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Mystic Journey: Fire 2

now we find this time on the cusp of day
most enchanting, and pause as dusk rings
the earth in fire, watching the spectral play
of clouds. gray linen cumulus threaten

an angry outburst, but settle for a sullen
squall. caught in the hysterics of a cirrus
clash in stratus, the blue spirit is fleeing
to higher realms of dying day. (miraculous

seven color rainbows tumble into and over
the cumulus cloud below, crowning their tops
with a music of moods from violet laughter
to gamma rage.) finally, attention does focus

on the prelude to purple night. the flame,
whose quick descent signals opening curtain
on an infinite stage of stars, is exiting.
tomorrow an encore, but never the same!

if music is the medium of these spheres
then tchaikovsky* conducts dawning dusk
with pastoral moods to cool burning ears.
hot thunder bursts from surreal clouds

in beethoven's# deafening second movement,
sending the eye scanning the receding cusp
of twilight. in mastery of somber moods
mozart's+ abstract strings chase the ancient

flame across this third and final bar,
his dusk an opera divided into three acts
of earth, air and fire. the evening star,
rising ghostlike, silently on the horizon,

signals the closing. then the kingdom
of night, advancing in legion, for a short
season rules sleepy earth. time ticks
on and, like the sun, we play our part

until last breath. our short scene
done, we close the curtain and dream,
on the edge of night viewing the fire
the first time, in its terrible splendor.

* P.I. Tchaikovsky (1840 - 1893)
# L. van Beethoven (1770 - 1827)
+ W.A. Mozart (1756 - 1791)

poem by Doug Bentley
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Mystic Journey: Fire 1

overhead sun is blinding. when we stare into
it, then turn aside, the world seems cold
and dark. a moment before it was warm
and bright. peered at through a pile of old

photograph negatives, it's a pale fire mortal
eyes can endure, but only a moment in time.
and so we must wait, not being allowed
to look upon the raw flame until we can see

only a blood red wafer being swallowed
into the mouth of dying day, as when day
itself dissolves into the cold, dark underbelly
of night. we must wait for that time when

layers of rose-color cloud mask the weary
fire, stripping it of its power. wait then
with the wise who say, 'dusk is climax of day, '
a replay of recent themes. then what can

be said of an alberta* sunset in late autumn?
as the mythic mask painted on a character
in an ancient chinese opera whose expression
of emotion, precise as a surgical incision,

is made by knitting and untying of muscle,
the changeless face of dusk is changed by
the clash and recoil of clouds. death of day
begins with the scent of dust in brushing

wind. then the eye walks amid cool pastel
wood. gold rays gild green trees, turning
them to brass flutes. browning leaves tinkle
like triangles in darkening air. the blood

and breath slow. the busy brain sleeps.
anything that stills burning blood is good.
the second movement will start with a sweep
of the eye, but first it is earth we notice,

its sounds and shades most familiar to us.
we feel the good in its pervading presence,
an unconscious matrix we instinctively trust.
yet we are water beings. wrenched from womb,

our first gulp of alien air felt like fire.
that sheer terror stays with us. the nether
gulp we fear too. so earth does not satisfy
for long mind's need to know more than eye

and ear can know.- the earth is not our home.
so the quest for a reality less changeable
than momentary delights felt in beautiful
sights, sounds, smells and tastes begins!

*Alberta, Canada

on deck: 'mystic journey: fire 2' sept.29

poem by Doug Bentley
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Sonnet: My Heart Afire

There is a fire burning in my heart!
The world had sparked this flame incessantly;
I burn the midnight-oil well on my part,
And so the flame keeps rising endlessly.

The world unfair had set my heart afire;
I feel, it can’t be extinguished with ease;
And with it burn, my emotions, desire;
From time to time, it gives me mental peace.

In short a time, the flame has grown so tall!
Its brightness looks uniquely wonderful;
No water can put out the fire or stall;
Like forest-fire, it burns night-day awfully.

This fire I download in poetic style;
And already, it looks almost a file!

poem by John Celes
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Roll Over Beethoven

Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local d.j.
Its a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today
My temperatures risin, the juke boxs blowin a fuse
My hearts beatin a rhythm, singin out rhythm and blues
Roll over beethoven, theyre rockin in two by two
Well if you feel you like it, go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now, go for cover and reel and rock it
Roll it over, roll over beethoven, tell tchaikovsky the news
Early in the mornin Im a givin you the warnin,
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle gonna play my fiddle,
I aint got nothing to lose
Roll over beethoven, tell tchaikovsky the news
She wiggles like a glow-worm, dances like a spinning top
She got a crazy partner, you should have seen her reel and rock
Long as she got a dime, the music will never stop
Well if you feel you like it, go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now, go for cover and reel and rock it
Roll it over, roll over beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues
Roll over beethoven, roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven, roll over beethoven,
Roll over beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues?

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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