The Long Rhythms


Put your ear to the earth and wait…

Tune your senses to the long rhythms…


The sun’s daily higher in the sky,

It pounds a fist on the grave’s door:


Dormant in the frozen ground,

Life stirs from a sleep like death

Shudders and swells and pushes its fingers and shoulders against

The things that would keep it dead, climbing toward the

roar of the Sun:



Tune your senses to the long rhythms,

Close your eyes and see with an inner eye.

Life, bundled mystery, sleeps now,
but prepares to stir, move,

Grow from nothing to cover the world,

Rejoicing, contending, affirming, seeking, dying,

living again. Seeking and finding change.

The shoving and shifting and movement toward the light

Makes a soundless roar we will feel through our feet.


© Hemmingplay 2014


33 Replies to “The Long Rhythms”

            1. Luckily, I’ve cultivated a lifelong habit of being my own worst critic, so I won’t let it go to my head. Because if it did, the writing would go straight to crap. 🙂


                1. Exactly. It’s a fine line between being critical of your work in order to get better, and being destructively critical. I had the latter in my head for a long time, but it’s something I can manage now.


                2. Likewise – I don’t know about you, but a few wrinkles and grey hair seems to help calm the dark-haired beast 🙂
                  although I color the grey hairs 😉


                3. Hmmmm. I’m growing the beard out while I’m off work recuperating, and it’s coming in white, although — knock on wood — I’ve got all my hair and it’s still mostly blonde. I’m thinking of giving into a little vanity and darkening lthe beard a bit. My wife says she likes it, but then says I look like a cross between Ernest Hemmingway in his later years and a wino staggering out of the drunk tank in the morning. Hence the thought about a minor touchup. 🙂


                4. My husband’s hair was jet black now it’s mostly silver with some dark undergrowth – he claims I did this to him 🙂 His beard is whiter than his hair, in photos it appears even more so (He can’t blame that on me).
                  We have an older family friend that looks very much like Hemmingway too – nothing wrong with that – and he’s very entertaining!
                  I hope your recuperation is going well. Have a great week…

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                5. Gosh your too kind, but a site by the name of FittyUpdike nominated me earlier this week (and after research – ’cause I’m an internet banana – I read about the award) and gave my solemn oath to participate this weekend. Shucks too, because I was going to nominate you! But, I thank you from the bottom of my bloggish heart for thinking of my site in a way that lifts your spirit… 🙂

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                6. That’s OK. I’m glad you’re getting some recognitions. Plurals.

                  But can I steal “Internet banana” from you? If I ever start another blog, I’m gonna name it that. I don’t know why, but it made me laugh. Where did you get that? 🙂


                7. I’m embarrassed to say it was just floating on the surface of my grey matter – it popped between my ears because there’s a lot of empty real estate there 😉
                  Feel free to use with my fruity blessings!


                8. Honestly – no credit necessary – stuff falls out of my head a lot, much to my family’s chagrin. I’m glad for the occasions where the ‘stuff’ lands on Springboard Island (where bananas grow!).


                9. I appreciate that. But I was thinking about the way things like that just happen, and it’s like a little miracle. So, I respect your modesty, but I like to respect the creative process, which means giving credit. It’s not a lot, but is something. I know and you know that this stuff just pops into our heads, but it’s a pretty amazing thing when you stop to think about it. That “aha” moment. It gets me every time. 🙂


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