This Poem was Submitted By: Mell W. Morris On Date: 2004-08-10 16:14:02 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Blue Lucy

On occasion, there is a surly trait in nature And for those in tune with earth, comes A gloomy feeling, one of anxious apprehension. Imperious Nature, we look to you for belief, Relief, proof, and ground ourselves in your Miniscibility. No matter your balm of trees, Calm seas or pre-solstice angst, we are Intricately connected with you, limited And confined by your laws. At the same time, Nature stimulates our imagination while Reminding of our place in the scheme Of creation. What rises then descends is Immutable but we would redact the fact In feckless form. We long to control You but must remember your help at Watershed moments when we try to learn From streaks of gnostic light where our Salvation lies. Striving for convergence Beyond your purview, we also use internal Resources to reach the true Law Giver. With divine guidance during the process, I may heal my abscessed soul.
Copyright © August 2004 Mell W. Morris

Additional Notes:
Blue Lucy means healing of self.

This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2004-09-02 15:46:20
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.90000
Hi Mell, Today I decided to search my list and 'view all poetry' to find poets that rarely stay on the top of my list long enough to do a crit....and here you are! Oh how I wish I could write like this. Your word choices are amazing and this paticular piece is very thought provoking. I believe you are speaking of the horrific hurricanes that have battered the east coast of late..and today I hear there is another one on the way.... ...'a surly trait in nature...gloomy feeling...anxious apprehension'...'imperious Nature we look to you for belief, relief, proof'...we actually do this...as the weather sometimes dictates how we will live our day...if we will venture out or take a trip or have a party... the list goes on and on....(miniscibility?) (help)..whether it is balmy trees or calm seas, or pre-solstice angst (stunning)..limited and confined by your laws' I don't know why I could not think to write about this subject?? But then I couldn't do such an amazing job!...'we would redact the fact in feckless form'..your word choices just thrill me. ...'watershed, moments when we try to learn from streak of gnostic' another fabulous phrase. You last two lines..especially the last...'I may heal abscessed soul' When I think of an abcess (and I have seen many when I worked or a physcian) I think of something putrid, oozing and just plain awful. Dear Mell that does not describe your soul! From just speaking with you on the phone and reading your talented and divine work I know you are a gentle and loving soul...I know that your thought processes are profound as are your emotions. I also have a feeling that you are not as appreciated as much as you should be and that makes me sad as you have so much to give. I know for a fact that you are fighting the battle of a lifetime to overcome a devastating disease and I also know that you will not give up. Anyway...these are the things I believe to be true which is why the "abcessed soul" shook me up. Another wonderful offering from your pen! Blessings...Marilyn

This Poem was Critiqued By: James Edward Schanne On Date: 2004-08-27 14:58:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.17857
I didn't know the definition of Miniscibility and couldn't find it at dictionary.com, hopefully you can help me out with that.My favorite line was: Watershed moments when we try to learn From streaks of gnostic light where our Salvation lies. Striving for convergence Thanks for letting me read your poem
This Poem was Critiqued By: Gerard A Geiger On Date: 2004-08-18 10:21:27
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dear Mell; What a fine poetic discourse on the examples and methodology used by we tellurians to heal ourselves (and our minds) through understanding and communing with our environment. This poem captures the grandeur of nature, Imperious at times, but also a gentle balm at others....somehow we get the feeling through your words describing the internal human rersources to reach the Law Giver, that all is not just a series of coicidences, we may matter, and through inner searching we may find solace,guidance, acceptance and peace through our struggle of existence... Thank you for this soul searching work. I have no changes for improvement. Always your friend, Gerard
This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2004-08-13 17:41:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.80000
Mell--There has not been one time that I've not learned at least one new thing from reviewing your postings. And, of course this is no exception: the title which I found fabalicious (is this a word?) even before reading your notes,after- wards I was fascinated more so due to what the term "Blue Lucy" is being used for than it being unfamiliar to me. Enough about me-lets look at your offering. "surly trait in nature..." hit close to home with Hurricane Charley doing what it does in my home state of Florida (one of the main reasons I left the state). The speaker has aptly scripted nature: imperious. Conversely, this same force which can be so imposing also inspire our creative juicies. Although we would like to but have no ability to free ourseleves from that which bind us two: past, present and future ramifications can not be manipulated nor can nature. Having given nature its props-the speaker gets to the heart of the theme and all consumming redemption; "...we also use internal resourses to reach the true Law Giver. With divine guidance during the process, I may heal my abscessed soul." Humanity is seeking through spirituality to make the ultimate connection; the heal- ing powers of the mind will also be employed, as well as "the art of free will" to help facilitate our fate. Hope I am not too far in left field with my crit. I did enjoy the piece and added "Blue Lucy" to my "internal resources"-smile. TLW
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joanne M Uppendahl On Date: 2004-08-12 19:08:20
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dear Mell: To think I might have left the state without reading this grand creation of your Mellificence! I love the humor in this, the word play, the seriousness of it, the way it IS what it is -- and most particularly that you address nature in her various moods. In the first line you show us a bit about where we're headed. An understatement, to be sure, to state that "On occasion, there is a surly trait in nature" --this might account for volcanoes, flash floods, hurricanes, earthquakes, tornadoes, et al. <smile> And it wouldn't be surprising if "Imperious Nature" shook us bumbling and often ill-natured humans off her skin, the way we'd brush off biting ants or fleas. And for those in tune with earth, comes A gloomy feeling, one of anxious apprehension. For "those in tune" may sense that Nature is not amused with our mishandling of her gifts, you seem to imply here. How can anyone who is truly "in tune" simply write poems about pretty things and ignore the volcanic core, the molten rage, the power of the sea, the creatures who live on her surface and under her seas and not feel gloom of "anxious apprehension." these lines remind me of learning about certain individuals who are said to have migraines before earthquakes, or various fluctuations in mood when storms are due. Modern life often seems to dull our sensibilities toward this Great Maven on whose bounty we depend. Then, you address her directly, with title apropos of her power: Imperious Nature, we look to you for belief, Relief, proof, and ground ourselves in your I could feel myself connecting here, tunneling in the sand with my toes, picking up pebbles, scanning distant clouds. . . "Miniscibility" A very surprising word which I couldn't find in my MW or via google. I found "miscibility" which is defined as two substances mixing to make a third, or a similar idea. I will leave it as a 'mystery' word, one which I shall be on the look-out to explore further. No matter your balm of trees, Calm seas or pre-solstice angst, we are Smiling - sounds as if she has PMS. The earth, or Mother Earth, Mother Nature as a menstruating female isn't a stretch, really. And she gives us the "balm of trees" and "calm seas" to sooth the scorch of sun, the anguish of fatal riptides. I am off on a tangent here, I realize. I've been reading lately of Inuit culture and a tormented spirit whom their culture seeks (or sought) to propitiate through observance of taboos. She is not worshipped, but truly dreaded, as I've read. Her most common name is "Nuliajuk" or 'the frightful woman from beneath the waves' - and her image appears in Inuit art as a semi-human with hindquarters of a seal. She is imagined to be of monstrous size, and whales are her creatures. So reading your poem evokes images of this being as well as of the benevolent Mother Earth as I'm inclined to often think of her. As you write so beautifully (and truthfully) we are "Intricately connected" with her, "limited and confined" by her laws. We are made of the substance of her and our bodies will return to those elements. We respond to gravity and all of the other governing forces which are part of life on this, our planet. At the same time, Nature stimulates our imagination while Reminding of our place in the scheme Of creation. What rises then descends is --Wonderful allusion to the cyclical qualities of nature Immutable but we would redact the fact In feckless form. We long to control You but must remember your help at Wonderful Mell-isms, as I want to call them - your wordplay with "redact the fact" and "feckless form" bring a smile of delight and a somber feeling of recognition of the immensity of our dependence on the good will of Nature (therefore of the Creator of nature) all at once. Watershed moments when we try to learn From streaks of gnostic light where our Salvation lies. Striving for convergence Beyond your purview, we also use internal Resources to reach the true Law Giver.--many 'v' sounds elicit a 'victory' sign Ah! In those "watershed moments" you show us, we are most likely to have epiphany -- "from streaks of gnostic light" -- incandescent! -- and now we are reminded of the internal (eternal) truths of the Creator vs the created. The identity of the true "Law Giver" whose name is such we cannot speak with other than semblance; it cannot be known but only inferred by that which lies deepest within our own soul. The abscess in our soul causes us to turn toward "divine guidance" and thus regain our true bearings once more. The journey begins and ends with humility and grace, two qualities I've always associated with you. With divine guidance during the process, I may heal my abscessed soul. A renewed faith and revival of spirit is implied in this incredibly rich poem, seasoned with elegant diction. It's not difficult to love this poem, a soulful 'autograph' from one who reminds us that "we must remember your help" at certain times in life when we are faced with "watershed moments." Amen! A poem that is a prayer for the healing of your soul, author, and of all who read. You have given us much to contemplate and enjoy with this reminder of our origins and eventual destiny. Brava! Bundles of blue hydrangeas, stems woven with vines and placed in a basket of soft green moss at your feet. All my best, Joanne
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joanne Duval Morgan On Date: 2004-08-10 23:49:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.80000
Hi Mell, your closing lines are a solution, Divine Guidance, based on the process we learned as children and try to maintain as adults, the concept of belief, wraps all that is, in its protection provided by a Superior Being, the one and only Creator. Yes, you did wonderfully well at detailing the nuances that we face as mere mortals, but if we believe we can overcome. Simply because of choices in how we deal with everything. I think my poem about my Mother explains, that her goodness, and teaching came from her belief. I love the poem really, it is deep, yet it maintains an easy reading cadence, that should allow each reader to con timplate their lives. We have the solution, all we have to do is believe, and practice what we preach. You're some writer, you always make me think, and draw comparisons. Congratulations on an excellent job at linguistics, and abilty to make the poem read so smoothly, that it creates sensation....Love, and God Bless, JoMo
This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas Edward Wright On Date: 2004-08-10 19:45:21
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Miniscibility: The only word I have trouble with. Miscibility? Humbly, From the Cold Country
This Poem was Critiqued By: Rick Barnes On Date: 2004-08-10 19:01:08
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Mell, How I admire what comes forth from your native soul. It is one thing to be in touch with nature and admire its constant giving of gifts. It is another to know it so well that we can raise our natural fist to it in anger knowing all the while it is nature cursing nature. To come to grips with the knowledge that no matter how much we desire to redact it's "all" in poetic form we must by necessity fail. To define it is to limit it. To limit it is to believe we can conquer it. We who are of it cannot by definition conquer it without first conquering ourselves. And that leads us back to Blue Lucy doesn't it. To find our inner "nature". Of course we can always attempt to conquer it without first conquering ourselves, but we will be reminded in no uncertain terms that we are, after all, just another experiment of nature. Mell, I, like you, have given much thought and meditative moments to mortality and the travails of every breath. It is all starting to make majestic sense to me. But slowly in small measure, like light coming through a crack in the facade. We must laugh, we must hurt, we must daily arrive, and we must finally depart. You remind us, it is all around us, in the balm of trees, calm and angry seas, and pre-solstice angst...from where came the illusion we are apart from it? It is our guidance, lay and devine. It is our source and our destination. Reading this work so enraptures me in in the spell of your native soul. Rick
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