New Poem – The Spark..

 

The spark

In a void,

Once only a shell.

 

A curl,

A husk of life,

A chrysalis

Waiting to burst.

 

Awakening

Becomes

A morning look

That welcomes

Warmth,

No sour or arid

Sleep now.

 

Such rising spirit

A swelling mound,

A fine, fresh

Moist prominence

Of sorts,

Eager to receive

Such gain.

 

Pressing, breasting,

Poised

To leave its mark.

 

And yes,

We all leave

Such stains,

Such energies

Behind us,

For there’s

No other way

To be generous here.

 

Giving back

Gloriously

At our own expense

Into a rinsing bowl

Of tears.

 

The sparkle

Of our dreams

Caught threadbare,

Between the cracks.

58 Comments

  1. Sayed Rohani

    I think nothing can explain it better than your own words here: “bowl of tears,” and “the spark of our dreams caught threadbare.”

    • Mission accomplished, again. This poem speaks to the soul as eloquently as your others. Love this so much. Keep up the great writing Scott.

  2. It’s phenomenal.
    Congratulations Scott .Everytime you surprise us with a wonderful poem .
    Keep shining ✨️

  3. Frances Etheridge

    “The Spark”, while progressing meditatively, is suddenly, abruptly, changing from seed breaking the ground to “And yes, We all leave Such stains,” etc. and I wonder is there something missing between “To leave its mark” and “And yes, We all leave Such stains”?

    Scott says:

    Many Thanks for your thoughtful response Francis – much appreciated – always good to have some critical feedback. I myself tend to think that the ‘swelling mound’ stanza helps fill the gap you are speaking to here. Though I will continue to mull on the point you make here…

  4. Dear Scott,
    Your words paint a beautiful picture. I really like your poetry, have a wonderful day.

  5. Coming alive in a new day is a gratitude even though thefe is the sadness of your “rinsing bowl of tears”

    Congratulations on this new poem

    Muchlove

  6. Barbara Kasey Smith

    Scott, your writings always introduce creative images that burst the awesome imaginations of this reader, fulfilling the empty spaces the reader desires. Author Barbara Kasey Smith

  7. Sasho Ognenovski

    Thank you for your brilliant latest poem. I’ll translate it and include
    it in our new e-magazine

  8. William Bain

    From spark to sparkle….. I love the way this moves from cosmic nature through human frailty and on to a kind of open understanding. Nicely crafted!

  9. This is a lovely poignant piece that reaches its height in the last two paragraphs

    “Giving back

    Gloriously

    At our own expense

    Into a rinsing bowl

    Of tears.

    The sparkle

    Of our dreams

    Caught threadbare,

    Between the cracks.”

    then leaves the reader pondering.

  10. Bonnie Toomey

    These works are a salve of calm in this chaotic and hurt world. Truth is paramount.

  11. Bjorn Rudberg

    There is wisdom in this… that spark that makes us human, giving even in a bowl of tears. The greatest gift is sometimes to accept what is given.

  12. A subtle through line, illustrating how in the end all things merge, and return to the original spark.

  13. Punam

    A very meditative verse coming full circle.

  14. I like how the spark moves through time and space, finally becoming the sparkle of our dreams. . .even if they vanish, too.

  15. Dee Ashby

    This certainly tugged on the heart strings. It awakens the truths of
    both the pains and pleasures of life.

  16. “a rinsing bowl of tears”…..excellent, a wise and meditative poem.

  17. Hey Scott — the infinitesimal that leaps between I and Thou dances and entrances here. You catch in in a nonverbal space with poetry.

  18. A.H. Starlingsson

    The verse takes us in the direction we want it to go, and you left it just open enough to do do, that spark, yes, however…the last stanza just stunned, absolutely stunned..

  19. “The sparkle

    Of our dreams

    Caught threadbare,

    Between the cracks.”

    From a spark in a void to the sparkle of our dreams. What a brilliant evolution! Yet, bittersweet. Because that is the structure of reality, and we live as we must.

    Another excellent piece by a genius with the language.

  20. Birth or rebirth, the captures that moment when even a simple seed…

    “the sparkle
    Of our dreams
    Caught threadbare,
    Between the cracks.”

    …can give rise to something greater than all of us.

  21. The deepest image for me here is the exchange of water, clear for salt, at the end. In the beginning of the poem, water is contained in the chrysalis. It lies side by side with life, nestled next to one another, sharing warmth, exchanging messages. Everyone’s messages are collective, ancient then. It seems as though we do observe the sparkle of life, two forces throwing sparks, between the cracks.
    Thanks for sharing this insightful poem.

  22. A wonderful turn of phrase:
    “A morning look
    That welcomes
    Warmth,”
    How could a day go wrong with a start like that?

  23. Touching and meditative piece.

  24. Mahnaz

    Remarkable and inducive, dear Scott! Thanks!

  25. Katy Jiang

    From soul to soul
    awakening and inspiring…
    Thanks, Scott,
    for sharing such a wonderful poem!

  26. Bob Mitchell

    As you already know, I love your poetry – I wish I could write as well as you do! Always good to savour your exquisite writing…

  27. Scott, this bursts forth with energy truth — with the essence of birth and life. Just beautiful my friend.

    The spark
    In a void,
    Once only a shell.

    A curl,
    A husk of life,
    A chrysalis
    Waiting to burst.
    This is truly kicks ass with the life force of the poet Gods — loved it my friend!

  28. Inspiring, Scott, as always. Thank you.

  29. Gayle Walters Rose

    A spark can take us in many directions. I love your second verse that speaks of beginning life and your last stanza is just beautiful!

  30. John Lysaght

    Scott, a fine poem which, to me, signals that we are all part of a continuum and that we have a responsibility to participate in this journey and to awaken a spark from within to enlighten the darkness, the void that may surround us.

  31. Nyona Matende

    Thanks for your poetic pieces Mr. Scott. The latest one (The Spark) artistically expresses the rudeness with which the universe leaves us at the mercy of fate. Looking forward for the next one.
    Best Regards, Nyona

  32. Jan Marquat

    And yes,

    We all leave

    Such stains,

    Such energies

    Behind us,

    For there’s

    No other way

    To be generous here.

    I love this!!

  33. Rebecca O'Donnell

    Thank you for still sharing your soul soothing work.

  34. nivedita yohana

    I loved this poem. You have captured the very kernel of the life process so intensely. I like the way it begins, the spark in a void – it reminds me of how our universe first began billions of years ago, like “a spark in a void” just as how life begins in a mother’s womb. It ends with the sparkle of our dreams caught threadbare between the cracks. I loved the play of the words – ‘spark’ and ‘sparkle’. It is a blessing to have lived a life that catches threadbare, a tiny sparkle of our dreams between its cracks. Just as it springs hope to see sparkle of light between the cracks in the sky. From the rinsing bowl of tears… a great metaphor to the fact that tears can give us clarity and compassion, which are most needed in the world now than ever before.

  35. Margaret Nash

    Lovely poetry…

  36. Maxim Chernikov

    Dear Scott!
    In our crazy time, I am at a loss as to how best protect the fragile body of poetry from cruelty, brutality, ignorance, so I am very glad that inspiration does not leave you, no matter what!

  37. Laura Bailey

    Beautiful thoughts magnificently voiced !
    Thank you dear Scott so much for sharing !!

  38. John Lysaght

    Scott, as I read “Spark,” I visualized a survivalist gently encouraging a spark, a glowing ember, to begin to kindle a lifesaving flame. This light is something we all need to nurture, especially during such trying times. It also allows us to contribute to the well-being of
    others.

  39. Yet another beautiful piece of work. Such stains, such energy behind us..I echo your poetical thoughts, Scott. A sparkling poem to ponder over. I love it.

  40. A glorious escape…

  41. Neena Sharma

    How touching Scottie sir! So profound, with pathos and Pain of a Void left in Life; A Spark waiting to burst from its own cocoon

    Another insightful creativity coming out of your brain child…Congrats!
    I almost read it with a heavy heart…So many wonderful Childhood memories rolled out…Oh My My…


    Giving back

    Gloriously

    At our own expense

    Into a rinsing bowl

    Of tears.

    The sparkle

    Of our dreams

    Caught threadbare,

    Between the cracks.”

    A Spark/le rising from a Void, our depression shell…

    So True Indeed!
    Thank You for this true to life poem…One of your Very Fine Marvels, carved out of your sheer creativity, your very sensitive, philosophical and insightful mind.

    Warm Greetings and Regards
    Neena

    P.S. A Very Healthy Happy Blessed B’day…May you be surrounded with Peace and Happiness; Hope and Positivity, ever so!

  42. Maxim Chernikov

    I really liked the your poem “Spark”. You have managed to find the perfect rhythmic key, optimal for the content! As for the grain, the core of the narrative – I generally perceived this wonderful work as a poetic treatise on GREATNESS in the universe of the Universe of the SMALL! From a small spark to a Big Bang and the emergence of EVERYTHING! I felt the “nascence” of life in the “spark” of the molecule; the tragedy, greatness, sacrifice of love. But what does it mean for me, a fellow creative craft, a poet, to enter the hypostasis of the dry insipidity of a literary critic!? I will say one thing – everything is great! I liked it very much.

  43. Here you are again Scott, with another intriguing poem. “Giving back, Gloriously, At our own expense, Into a rinsing bowl, Of tears,” are some of the few lines I find this poem special.

  44. To me, this was an ode to optimism. Life has its struggles; a baby struggles being born, struggles to walk, struggles to survive, but the joy of exploration, of conquering really talks about the “zest for life.” I found this poem inspiring.

  45. Paul Bowles

    What I gleaned from your ‘The Spark’ was ………’awareness,’ if it happens at all – is fleeting. A promising spark which, if unable to ignite our eager but undisciplined selves is left ‘threadbare’ as you said, unable to pick up the torch of consciousness, leaving such energies behind us. That’s the stain.
    The……’ giving back gloriously at our own expense into a rinsing bowl of tears’ is perhaps the poem which seeks to remedy the tragedy of not quite making it when you wanted to or expected or hoped.
    Many years ago back in the 1970’s I experienced a period of enhanced consciousness which appeared as a result of breathing exercises at the time, part of a course in Rosicrucian studies It was as if I was tuned into a radio, and was listening to a broadcast which engaged and fascinated me so much that I didn’t want to disturb it by stopping to write it down. Subsequently it drained away and I realised afterward that I didn’t have the training to retain it. The experience will always be particularly mine to remember but all content, I guess must have become subconscious. This is how I would relate to awareness and the loss, “the sparkle of our dreams caught threadbare between the rocks.”

  46. Kiana Kleem

    Scott -your words are always so refreshing and encouraging!

  47. Wow! Absolutely enjoyed this and that last stanza was the cream on the cake

  48. Expressing the ineffable takes some doing! You’ve managed it in a lovely way.

  49. Rommy

    I love the idea of a spark being a communal thing and making an impression on every life it touches.

  50. The ending of your poem comes with a bittersweet feel. Longing, regret and hope entwined. What is that crack? An abyss or a heaven? How can we tell from here.

    Scott says:
    Indeed! I guess that is the ultimate of conundrum of life and stuck being mortal, as we are, makes it hard to grasp all we should. But I think that is why we are here, to engage in this both glorious and sometimes cruel struggle to grow closer to fulfilling our true potential. Thanks for your provoking thoughts Debi

  51. You make such magic with imagery, Scott. The closing stanza, in particular, will linger in my mind and heart for some time. It reads like a glimpse of hope, waiting to be made real.

  52. For there’s
    No other way
    To be generous here.

    – That verse resonated so much.. excellently put together!

  53. There is so much optimism and wisdom in your words.

  54. Helen

    An amazing write ~~ I found your poem sensuous and deeply moving.

  55. Jt Smith

    Greetings

    the first line of the stanza reminds us there was a void before creation, the spark. i think life is temporal on earth and we must live in it wholly and truly. the narrator is a Seeker of sorts, always pushing through the psychic doors and portals. i was intrigued with the elegant simplicity of this verse. certain lines such a bowl of tears, the spark threadbare between the rocks. i often ponder on our existence and how our awareness is connected to how we dream. i might know things like our wanderlust author but i have to experience more of what Love is & who pretends to be.

  56. Very nicely done, Scott! I so enjoy your writings, and equally so, the many responses that in themselves are really quite sublime, considered, and worthy of praise for your work, indeed.

    Try as I might, I struggle to choose the most favoured of stanzas as with every successive read, I am captured by the essence of your focus, your enduring magic line by line.

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