“Here’s That Rainy Day.” Spring Lake, NJ. By Paul Goldfinger ©. Undated.
Spring Pool
By Charles Pierre
In the hollow of my hand, a pool is born
of an April downpour, the sudden flood
filling every crevice of pinkish skin,
the lines of life and heart and mind engulfed,
a breeze etching the surface with ripples
that push against shores of padded flesh
around the palm, some overflowing the bank,
others sliding back toward the deep center,
the wrinkles on the bottom of the pool
brightening, as the rain that fell so fast
passes, and sunlight pierces the water
settling at the end of my outstretched arm.
BOB DYLAN:
Spring Pool appears to be guided in its sensibility by the perennial wisdom so compellingly conveyed in William Blake’s, “Auguries of Innocence”, specifically: “To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.”
Here, Charles Pierre, seems to be similarly appreciating the divinity inherent in the seemingly mundane and holding infinity in the palm of his hand in the form of freshly falling rain water: “In the hollow of my hand, a pool is born…
the lines of life and heart and mind engulfed…” Pierre couldn’t have found a better “spirit guide” and exemplar of the inspired than he has in Blake, and it’s nice to see the same kind of esoteric awareness being expressed in modern poetry.
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Charles Pierre refers to this as “An April Poem.” When he submitted it to Blogfinger he commented about our new grandson Noah:
“I’m glad to hear that Noah Michael has arrived to join the Blogfinger staff. I imagine him outfitted with tiny camera, notebook & pen, and official Blogfinger bucket hat, ready to work the upcoming summer season at Ocean Grove.”
“Best wishes, Charles Pierre”
Who says that poets lack a sense of humor?