Image: “Self Portrait,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2023, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Self Portrait,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2023, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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Dear Ones,
Here is a video with my new poem entitled “Good Tidings.”
There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars!
I have a poem for you called “Good Tidings.”
GOOD TIDINGS
We women
Are strong as the tides of the Chesapeake …
As strong as the rolling waves
Of the Blue Pacific.
Our tidings
heal the world.
Our good tidings
Bring joy to the world.
As our tides recede
This world is washed
With love and joy
And peace and Light.
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God bless you all, And keep you safe, And be with you Through all your days!
In love, light and joy,
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Filmed on 15 November 2023 and published on 16 November 2023
VIDEO CREDITS
“Good Tidings”
A poem by Alice B. Clagett
Filmed on 15 November 2023
Location: San Fernando Valley, CA
Produced by Shoes
on 16 November 2023
CC BY-SA 4.0 International
MUSICAL CREDITS
Music by Alexander Nakarada
from Pixabay
“Moon” – Pixabay License
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Alice B. Clagett
–from Link: “Good Tidings,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 15 November 2023 and published on 16 November 2023 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-vQ1 ..
Written ca. 1967; imaged on 9 April 2021; published on 10 April 2021
INTRODUCTION
“FOREGLEAM”
NOTES
Dear Ones,
INTRODUCTION
This prose poem hails from my college days. As I recall it was composed while I was reading the “Canterbury Tales” written in Middle English between the years 1387 and 1400 by Geoffrey Chaucer, whose work I much admired.
I recall being astounded by the words in the poem, as they came ‘out of the blue’. At time, it seemed to me as if I were that older woman described in the passage. It is as if I were standing in her body.
I did not know what to make of it. Was it really to be me, in this present incarnation, as the years rolled on? Was it someone else, someone I had been in the Middle Ages? To be frank, I was baffled.
When I came across this poem some years ago, I thought to include it in the tales of my incarnational memories noted below. You must make of it what you will.
“FOREGLEAM”
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
ca. 1967
Though now the grey subdued her raven hair
Her step was light and lithesome as a maid’s,
And yet her eyes did sparkle in her face
As do the sparrow’s, chortling in spring’s wake.
Her frame, dainty and slim, but strong withal,
Was like the reed which, troubled by the wind,
Will only bow its head and, in the calm,
Stand up the stronger, although not so tall.
Her garment was of simple brown and white.
Her voice was bright and knowing, fairy-like,
And often would she gaze into the air
In contemplation, fingertip on mouth.
It mattered naught how cold or wet the day.
In any kind of weather she would walk.
Whenever she was asked to speak her mind,
First quode she always, “Well now, let me see.”
And ever was her speech as calm and sweet
As whispering fountain on a sunlit morn.
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NOTES
The word ‘quode’ I take to mean ‘spake’ or ‘responded’; I believe this is a word from medieval times that might also have been in use during the European Renaissance (given the imaginative use of various spellings of words, even within one literary work, during those times … and even up until the end of the 19th Century, during the days of my grandparents here in the United States). I feel it may be kin to the words ‘quedan’ (Old High German), ‘cwethan’ (Old English), and ‘quethen’ (Middle English, past tense ‘quoth’).
Here is an instance from “A merry iest how a sergeant would learne to playe the frere, written by maister Thomas More in hys youth” …
“In dede quode he,
“It hath with me,
“Bene better than it is.”
See also … Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bCE ..
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–from Link: “Foregleam,” a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett, written ca. 1967; imaged on 9 April 2021; published on 10 April 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-mjK ..
At writing class this month, we had an assignment to write a story that included certain words. Each person in the class contributed one word at that moment; and the words were: spelunking, no, accomplished, joy, green, deserted, mistake, and kaleidoscope.
My gift to the class was a poem that included those words. Here is that poem for you ….
Mission Accomplished
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 7 July 2019
No! Spelunking is not for me!
When my first grade class went to the Luray Caverns in Virginia, I went on sit-down strike at the entrance.
I remember our teacher said:
“Sit right here till we get back!”
Then, one by one,
my classmates walked
down the stairs
into the cave.
Deserted! I was all alone!
Time went by.
I stared at the dark entrance to the cave.
A cool breeze welled up to greet me.
As if it had a mind of its own, my foot started tapping.
I stood up.
“This is a big mistake,” I thought.
I stepped down one stone step, then another.
Down, down into the darkness.
Gone, the green grass.
Gone, the kaleidoscope of sunlit clouds and sky.
At creative writing class at the beginning of May, we were asked to write a story about a particular time of day. The time of day was chosen by another class member. I drew 5:30 am, and wrote this lyrical story … or maybe it’s a prose poem …
Slow-Mo Woe
An Unlikely Poem by Alice B. Clagett, 5 May 2019
5:30 a.m. Skeeziks! I slept too late. . . . All across California, dreams of luaus in Hawaii . . . are snapping shut, . . . like corporate valises, . . . boxing up wishes . . . in oh-so-regretful reels . . . of workday expectations.
5:45 a.m. All over California I hear: . . . Put another film on the projector, mister … . . . I wanna be the Amazon Queen, . . . not the youngest actress in “Les Miserables.” . . . Cast me opposite Fred Astaire – . . . I want to dance my way through life! … . . . Today I’d like to be ET – . . . anything but a secretary.
6:00 a.m. Wash face, brush teeth, feed cat, grab keys. . . . Out the deplorable door . . . to slo-mo woe . . . once mo’
Image: “Red Tiger Lilies,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Red Tiger Lilies,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0
WHERE DOES THE FORMLESS
EMERGE AS FORM?
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett 2015
Where does the formless emerge as form?
Where does the Soul meet the Divine?
At the very back of the heart chakra,
at the point where it touches the spine.
From this point life springs, and healing.
Though there be many hearts,
for each this is the Center of all that is.
For each this is equally true.
In the manner that alternate universes exist,
and that all times are one eternal Now …
All places one eternal Here …
Just as every catastrophe
contains its opposite – supreme bliss.
As Christ, in his mortal body dying,
knew in greater consciousness his undying Self.
SHALL WE MAKE WAR ON WAR?
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 2011
Shall we make war on war?
Or shall we apply the unguent of peace?
A peaceful thought, a peaceful prayer,
A peaceful life …
These simple acts
Like pebbles dropped into a pond,
Spread peaceful ripples everywhere.
Alice B. Clagett
–from Link: “The Awakening of Humanity: An End to War,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 8 March 2011; revised on 16 May 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5LR ..
