I like to introduce new voices to the plum tree. In this week’s Wednesday Corner, I share the wonderful voice of gypsy lady and poet, Jenean Gilstrap. Jenean writes with passion and flair, colour and vibrancy. You can almost hear the sound of castanets in her rhythms as she Tangos with words. Many thanks Jenean for joining us here on the plum tree.
By Jenean C. Gilstrap
Since earliest childhood, I have had a passion for – a love of – a lust for – words. All words – in any context – a single word…a phrase…a paragraph…a page…a book. For me, words are works of art – to be seen and heard and felt for their beauty – for their truth. Words are alive – they have heart and they touch the heart in us. Words are spiritual entities – they lift us up – they transport us to that other realm – the realm beyond the here and now. Words, like a beautiful flower or a delicious fruit, are to be tasted, to be savored to their core, each one offering a different color, a different flavor, a different texture. If one hears and sees and feels in their heart and soul the beauty and truth of words – if one is transported to other realms in the word – if one languishes in their taste upon the tongue – then, that passion for words – for poetry – demands that one has more…and more. It is inescapable – that passion. It is a driving force to read more, to write more…words…poetry.
Joss Whedon speaks intimately of passion: Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?
Ralph Waldo Emerson believed that…passion makes all things alive and significant…and T.S. Eliot wrote that…we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.
As for a favorite poet or a favorite poem, it is impossible to limit it to but one. However, the work of the magnificent Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda [July 12, 1904 – September 23, 1973], who became known as a poet while still a teen-ager, is exemplary of a visceral romantic passion wrapped in words/poetry.
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Another great poet, Edgar Allan Poe, spoke of poetry. For him, poetry…was not…a purpose, but a passion. So it is with me. I have a passion for words. The word is poetry. Poetry is a passion.
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Many thanks for the reblog Maxima! Much appreciated!
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am so honored and humbled to be included by Plum Tree Books – Niamh Clune is to be congratulated for her vision and beauty and purity of thought deed and spirit as this magnificent literary tree feeds/nourishes the spirit of us all…thank you so much Niamh – and many thanks to all your readers and contributors..
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Well, It is east to nourish others when we drink from souls such as yours.
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many thanks maxima…your thoughtful generosity is greatly appreciated!
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I could actually hear the sound of castanets in her poetry…
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Pendyala, it is so lovely to see you here.
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my apologies for not having responded to your comment earlier pendyala…my heart thanks you…
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Dear Niamh Clune, I have been following Plum Tree for the last three months and I must congratulate you and various contributors for their excellent work….Dr Pendyala Pradeep, Anaesthesiologist.
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Pendyala.I am busy finding talent and coming up with how to keep this blog interesting and interactive, editing, preparing posts and finding relevant pictures etc., for posts submitted. Plum Tree Books covers everything from poetry to children’s books to causes. Your interest is most welcome.
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thank you so much for your comment Pendylala – it’s so gratifying to receive such kind words!
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I like the picture! I also like Edgar Allen Poe. I like the poem too! 😀
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Many thanks once again, dear Erik!
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many thanks for your visit and for your kind comment, TKRB!
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Welcome, Jenean! It’s great to have you hanging here with the rest of we “fruits” on the plum tree. 🙂 And if you’re not really a fruit, feel free to feel fruity for now, and from here until eternity lets go and we drop into oblivion.
Did I say, “Hello!” ? Anywhoo, I feel your passion, and therefore, you have my condolences. Pablo is cool. Poe blows my mind. Plums pucker me up.
Nice to meet you! Really. Peace and luvz, Keith
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“Those who control their passions do so because
their passions are weak enough to be controlled.”
William Blake
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Ha!
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you mean there are really such people! how sad… 🙂
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Uncle Tree! Welcome…Always. We must get you back soon to share your leaves with us!
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oh, dear…how could i have not already have responded to such a welcoming comment! my apologies, UT…and not to fret, i’ve been a bit fruity all my life or so i’ve been told! thank goodness! 🙂 many thanks for such a wonderful welcome, sir… peace and luv…j
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Oh, my! What was written in the stars last night?
We both returned to the scene → for crimineez sake!
Plum crazy! Zappa crazy! Dweezil weasel wOw!
The Sirens of Dr. Clune sounding off? 😉
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Thank you Jenean for your beautiful words and thoughts on poetry.
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