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#129 Backstory of the
Poem
“The Art of Meditation in Tennessee”
by Linda Parsons
Can you go through the
step-by-step process of writing this poem from the moment the idea was first
conceived in your brain until final form?
I began to practice Buddhist meditation and mindfulness as a conscious path to healing in early 2016. I’d thought about trying meditation for years, then got serious after experiencing several losses—a divorce, my father’s steep decline from dementia and ultimate death, the passing of my dog. It was the right time to try and find that stillpoint between thought and action, a place in my mind and heart where I could begin to find peace beyond suffering. In short, I came to meditation out of desperation, not as any sort of religion, which it isn’t, but as a mindful practice that spills over into my daily life as compassion, openness, connection, release.
I began to practice Buddhist meditation and mindfulness as a conscious path to healing in early 2016. I’d thought about trying meditation for years, then got serious after experiencing several losses—a divorce, my father’s steep decline from dementia and ultimate death, the passing of my dog. It was the right time to try and find that stillpoint between thought and action, a place in my mind and heart where I could begin to find peace beyond suffering. In short, I came to meditation out of desperation, not as any sort of religion, which it isn’t, but as a mindful practice that spills over into my daily life as compassion, openness, connection, release.
I’d seen in my reading that Ah and Om can be used as mantras, Ah inviting the Divine, Om giving thanks to the Divine, which I associate in the poem as peace and joy. I used both the rowboat image and the mantras in the poem to invite the reader into the experience of meditation. After that, it becomes almost a how-to poem, instructions on how to meditate, how to let go of the tension in your body and mind—and be still and quiet, which over time changes the neural pathways in the brain toward a more calm and peaceful existence.
How many drafts of this poem did you write before going to the final? The poem was born quickly, without too many drafts.
Were there any lines in
any of your rough drafts of this poem that were not in the final version? I did rework the line breaks several times and played with
stanzas and couplets. Ultimately, I decided the poem should be unbroken to
denote breathing, as I write: “breathe in peace, breathe out joy.” The unbroken
poem also contains more energy and momentum as it moves to the end, that final exhalation
of acceptance.
I think the title, set in Tennessee, opened me to
the images of my childhood, also in Tennessee: heat bugs, honeysuckle, crawdad gripping
till it thunders, leeches in the creek—sticky and frightening images. It’s
definitely a summery poem, taking the reader back to a southern childhood away
from parental restrictions, out to the creek and the woods that hold both
intriguing and frightful possibilities—but also release, freedom. So, a
counterbalance of peace and fear in the first half of the poem. Sitting as if
in a pool of our fears, uncertainty, grief, and discomfort in meditation is one
way to face and move through them, to “make friends with them,” as it’s said. Emotions
are also watery, so the lake and creek connect in that way, as in rowing or wading
slowly through grief and loss.
Midway in the poem, the voice of instruction
returns, pulling the reader back from the dreamy layering of images: “Return to
the rowboat, / the change it portends…” Here the mood shifts, and we come to
details of the loss occurring in the speaker’s life. The household has broken apart:
the dropleaf table and cherry secretary eddy down the currents of change. The
realization that hits the speaker, that hit me in writing, and I hope hits the
reader, is “it was never mine to keep.”
Impermanence is a tenet of Buddhism and one of the greatest lessons of our existence—all that we love will pass, will die, will change, even ourselves. We believe and cling to the idea that everything will stay the same, or at least we’ll clasp relationships and beliefs for dear life, no matter what. Then the Universe steps in, as it always does. But this realization of impermanence, of realizing things and people aren’t ours to keep, is actually freedom from suffering, an untethering, a release into peace and acceptance of the way things really are, not how we might want them to be.
My healing process has taken over five years, but
these have been years of awakening and evolution. Another Buddhist tenet is to
be grateful for everything, even for those who hurt you, just as we must learn
to live in ambiguity. The phrase “the lucky dark” means that, without the dark
night of the soul, growth doesn’t happen. I must practice gratitude while
living in the ambiguity of grief and loss, as in “one life astern, / one rides
the bow, neither here nor there.” This poem is full of gratitude, hard fought
and hard won, moving forward inch by inch. Writing it didn’t magically get me past
the finish line into enlightenment. But it was a necessary steppingstone along
the way, as all my poems are, leading me ever to the breath, that stillpoint
where I gather myself and my flaws on the cushion, where each day, each present
moment, I can begin again. I can remind myself to “breathe in peace, breathe out
joy.”
Has this poem been published before? And if so where? The Art of Meditation in Tennessee" from my new collection, Candescent (Iris Press, 2019).
THE ART
OF MEDITATION IN TENNESSEE
Ah invites the Divine, om gives thanks
to the Divine.
The breath wheels me
to summer, creek
back of the field, icy
at my ankles. Ah
and om, relax the fist
of my heart, loss
pushed from my belly,
a rowboat from
shore. Rest in its rocking
to and fro,
breathe in peace, breathe out joy.
Heat bugs deafen
the understory, blacksnake
twines in
honeysuckle, crawdad pinches
till it thunders,
leeches suckle shin, river
mourns and
bleeds. Return to the rowboat,
the change it
portends, one life astern,
one rides the
bow, neither here nor there.
My household
eddies down—dropleaf table,
cherry
secretary—it was never mine to keep.
Bless this new
threshold with burning sage,
invite the
Divine, om and ah. Rooms
breathe in peace,
breathe out joy. Give thanks
for his ringing
footsteps, spit shine his shoes,
buff and polish
charcoal and ecru, reflect
emergence in his
exit. The breath, when nothing
else remains, how
it rinses clean the wild
freshets. In the
end, all is left, all Divine.
Breathe in peace,
breathe out joy.
Linda’s Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/Candescent-Linda-Parsons/dp/1604542578
BACKSTORY OF THE POEM
LINKS
001 December 29, 2017
Margo
Berdeshevksy’s “12-24”
002 January 08, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “82 Miles From the Beach, We Order The Lobster At Clear Lake
Café”
003 January 12, 2018
Barbara
Crooker’s “Orange”
004 January 22, 2018
Sonia
Saikaley’s “Modern Matsushima”
005 January 29, 2018
Ellen
Foos’s “Side Yard”
006 February 03, 2018
Susan
Sundwall’s “The Ringmaster”
007 February 09, 2018
Leslea
Newman’s “That Night”
008 February 17, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher “June Fairchild Isn’t Dead”
009 February 24, 2018
Charles
Clifford Brooks III “The Gift of the Year With Granny”
010 March 03, 2018
Scott
Thomas Outlar’s “The Natural Reflection of Your Palms”
011 March 10, 2018
Anya
Francesca Jenkins’s “After Diane Beatty’s Photograph “History Abandoned”
012 March 17, 2018
Angela
Narciso Torres’s “What I Learned This Week”
013 March 24, 2018
Jan
Steckel’s “Holiday On ICE”
014 March 31, 2018
Ibrahim
Honjo’s “Colors”
015 April 14, 2018
Marilyn
Kallett’s “Ode to Disappointment”
016 April 27, 2018
Beth
Copeland’s “Reliquary”
017 May 12, 2018
Marlon
L Fick’s “The Swallows of Barcelona”
018 May 25, 2018
Juliet
Cook’s “ARTERIAL DISCOMBOBULATION”
019 June 09, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “Stiletto Killer. . . A Surmise”
020 June 16, 2018
Charles
Rammelkamp’s “At Last I Can Start Suffering”
021 July 05, 2018
Marla
Shaw O’Neill’s “Wind Chimes”
022 July 13, 2018
Julia Gordon-Bramer’s
“Studying Ariel”
023 July 20, 2018
Bill Yarrow’s “Jesus
Zombie”
024 July 27, 2018
Telaina Eriksen’s “Brag
2016”
025 August 01, 2018
Seth Berg’s “It is only
Yourself that Bends – so Wake up!”
026 August 07, 2018
David Herrle’s “Devil In
the Details”
027 August 13, 2018
Gloria Mindock’s “Carmen
Polo, Lady Necklaces, 2017”
028 August 21, 2018
Connie Post’s “Two
Deaths”
029 August 30, 2018
Mary Harwell Sayler’s
“Faces in a Crowd”
030 September 16, 2018
Larry Jaffe’s “The
Risking Point”
031 September 24,
2018
Mark Lee Webb’s “After
We Drove”
032 October 04, 2018
Melissa Studdard’s
“Astral”
033 October 13, 2018
Robert Craven’s “I Have
A Bass Guitar Called Vanessa”
034 October 17, 2018
David Sullivan’s “Paper Mache
Peaches of Heaven”
035 October 23, 2018
Timothy Gager’s
“Sobriety”
036 October 30, 2018
Gary Glauber’s “The
Second Breakfast”
037 November 04, 2018
Heather Forbes-McKeon’s
“Melania’s Deaf Tone Jacket”
038 November 11, 2018
Andrena Zawinski’s
“Women of the Fields”
039 November 00, 2018
Gordon Hilger’s “Poe”
040 November 16, 2018
Rita Quillen’s “My
Children Question Me About Poetry” and “Deathbed Dreams”
041 November 20, 2018
Jonathan Kevin Rice’s
“Dog Sitting”
042 November 22, 2018
Haroldo Barbosa Filho’s
“Mountain”
043 November 27, 2018
Megan Merchant’s “Grief Flowers”
044 November 30, 2018
Jonathan P Taylor’s
“This poem is too neat”
045 December 03, 2018
Ian Haight’s “Sungmyo
for our Dead Father-in-Law”
046 December 06, 2018
Nancy Dafoe’s “Poem in
the Throat”
047 December 11, 2018
Jeffrey Pearson’s “Memorial
Day”
048 December 14, 2018
Frank Paino’s “Laika”
049 December 15, 2018
Jennifer Martelli’s
“Anniversary”
O50 December 19, 2018
Joseph Ross’s “For Gilberto Ramos, 15, Who Died in
the Texas Desert, June 2014”
051 December 23, 2018
“The Persistence of
Music”
by Anatoly Molotkov
052 December 27, 2018
“Under Surveillance”
by Michael Farry
053 December 28, 2018
“Grand Finale”
by Renuka Raghavan
054 December 29, 2018
“Aftermath”
by Gene Barry
055 January 2, 2019
“&”
by Larissa Shmailo
056 January 7, 2019
“The Seamstress:
by Len Kuntz
057 January 10, 2019
"Natural History"
by Camille T Dungy
058 January 11, 2019
“BLOCKADE”
by Brian Burmeister
059 January 12, 2019
“Lost”
by Clint Margrave
060 January 14, 2019
“Menopause”
by Pat Durmon
061 January 19, 2019
“Neptune’s Choir”
by Linda Imbler
062 January 22, 2019
“Views From the
Driveway”
by Amy Barone
063 January 25, 2019
“The heron leaves her
haunts in the marsh”
by Gail Wronsky
064 January 30, 2019
“Shiprock”
by Terry Lucas
065 February 02, 2019
“Summer 1970, The
University of Virginia Opens to Women in the Fall”
by Alarie Tennille
066 February 05, 2019
“At School They Learn
Nouns”
by Patrick Bizzaro
067 February 06, 2019
“I Must Not Breathe”
by Angela Jackson-Brown
068 February 11, 2019
“Lunch on City Island,
Early June”
by Christine Potter
069 February 12, 2019
“Singing”
by Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum
070 February 14, 2019
“Daily Commute”
by Christopher P. Locke
071 February 18, 2019
“How Silent The Trees”
by Wyn Cooper
072 February 20, 2019
“A New Psalm
of Montreal”
by Sheenagh Pugh
073 February 23, 2019
“Make Me A
Butterfly”
by Amy Barbera
074 February 26, 2019
“Anthem”
by Sandy Coomer
075 March 4, 2019
“Shape of a Violin”
by Kelly Powell
076 March 5, 2019
“Inward Oracle”
by J.P. Dancing Bear
077 March 7, 2019
“I Broke
My Bust Of Jesus”
by Susan Sundwall
078 March 9, 2019
“My Mother
at 19”
by John Guzlowski
079 March 10, 2019
“Paddling”
by Chera Hammons Miller
080 March 12, 2019
“Of Water
and Echo”
by Gillian Cummings
081 082
083 March 14, 2019
“Little
Political Sense” “Crossing Kansas with
Jim
Morrison” “The Land of Sky and Blue Waters”
by Dr. Lindsey
Martin-Bowen
084 March 15, 2019
“A Tune To
Remember”
by Anna Evans
085 March 19, 2019
“At the
End of Time (Wish You Were Here)
by Jeannine Hall Gailey
086 March 20, 2019
“Garden of
Gethsemane”
by Marletta Hemphill
087 March 21, 2019
“Letters
From a War”
by Chelsea Dingman
088 March 26, 2019
“HAT”
by Bob Heman
089 March 27, 2019
“Clay for
the Potter”
by Belinda Bourgeois
#090 March 30, 2019
“The Pose”
by John Hicks
#091 April 2, 2019
“Last
Night at the Wursthaus”
by Doug Holder
#092 April 4, 2019
“Original
Sin”
by Diane Lockward
#093 April 5, 2019
“A Father
Calls to his child on liveleak”
by Stephen Byrne
#094 April 8, 2019
“XX”
by Marc Zegans
#095 April 12, 2019
“Landscape
and Still Life”
by Marjorie Maddox
#096 April 16, 2019
“Strawberries
Have Been Growing Here for Hundreds of
Years”
by Mary Ellen Lough
#097 April 17, 2019
“The New
Science of Slippery Surfaces”
by Donna Spruijt-Metz
#098 April 19, 2019
“Tennessee
Epithalamium”
by Alyse Knorr
#099 April 20, 2019
“Mermaid,
1969”
by Tameca L. Coleman
#100 April 21, 2019
“How Do
You Know?”
by Stephanie
#101 April 23, 2019
“Rare Book
and Reader”
by Ned Balbo
#102 April 26, 2019
“THUNDER”
by Jefferson Carter
#103 May 01, 2019
“The sight
of a million angels”
by Jenneth Graser
#104 May 09, 2019
“How to
tell my dog I’m dying”
by Richard Fox
#105 May 17, 2019
“Promises
Had Been Made”
by Sarah Sarai
#106 June 01, 2019
“i sold
your car today”
by Pamela Twining
#107 June 02, 2019
“Abandoned
Stable”
by Nancy Susanna Breen
#108 June 05, 2019
“Cupcake”
by Julene Tripp Weaver
#109 June 6, 2019
“Bobby’s
Story”
by Jimmy Pappas
#110 June 10, 2019
“When You
Ask Me to Tell You About My Father”
by Pauletta Hansel
#111 Backstory of the
Poem’s
“Cemetery
Mailbox”
by Jennifer Horne
#112 Backstory of the Poem’s
“Relics”
by Kate Peper
#113 Backstory of the
Poem’s
“Q”
by Jennifer Johnson
#114 Backstory of the
Poem’s
“Brushing My Hair”
by Tammika Dorsey Jones
#115 Backstory of the
Poem
“Because the Birds Will
Survive, Too”
by Katherine Riegel
#116 Backstory of the Poem
“DIVORCE”
“DIVORCE”
by Joan Barasovska
#117 Backstory of the
Poem
“NEW
YEAR”S EVE 2016”
by Michael Meyerhofer
#118 Backstory of the
Poem
“Dear the
estranged,”
by Gina Tron
#119 Backstory of the Poem
“In
Remembrance of Them”
by Janet Renee Cryer
#120 Backstory of the
Poem
“Horse Fly
Grade Card, Doesn’t Play Well With Others”
by David L. Harrison
#121 Backstory of the
Poem
“My
Mother’s Cookbook”
by Rachael Ikins
#122 Backstory of the
Poem
“Cousins I
Never Met”
by Maureen Kadish
Sherbondy
#123 Backstory of the
Poem
“To Those
Who Were Our First Gods”
by Nickole Brown
#124 Backstory of the
Poem
“Looking For Sunsets (In the Early Morning)”
“Looking For Sunsets (In the Early Morning)”
by Paul Levinson
#125 Backstory of the
Poem
“Tracy”
by Tiff Holland
#126 Backstory of the
Poem
“Legs”
by Cindy Hochman
“Legs”
by Cindy Hochman
#127 Backstory of the
Poem
“Anathema”
“Anathema”
by Natasha Saje
#128 Backstory of the
Poem
“How to
Explain Fertility When an Acquaintance Asks Casually”
by Allison Blevins
#129 Backstory of the Poem
“The Art of Meditation
In Tennessee”
by Linda Parsons
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