Poetry and Incremental Repetition

The distinction between poetry and prose

“Valery…..said that prose was walking, poetry dancing.  Indeed, the original 2 terms prosus and versus meant, respectively, “going straight forth” and “returning,” and that distinction does point up the tendency of poetry to incremental repetition, variation, and treatment of different themes in a single form.


Howard Nemerov

Parkland, Florida – My Perspective

My perspective as a Wise Elder and Writer

This incident of violence in our educational system, I believe, reveals more than just the problem of gun violence.

Our society has many contradictions and social problems.  In the 60’s we all looked at these and came up with some novel solutions, like Civil Rights legislation.  Love was something that one manifested in their actions in society.  I remember seeing some posters called “Listen Christian” posters that helped move the church into more social action; it catalyzed love in compassionate action.

Love in the 70’s seemed to become ‘turned in’ to be with only your partner or your immediate family.  My perspective, however, is that additionally we need compassionate, conscious structural love in business, in government, in education, and in all aspects of our society.  This may seem overly idealistic, but I think it is possible if we create a new mindset.  Right now, socially, our society seems to be divided on what actions to take; we aren’t functioning as a United country.

Love in a Minor Key

Inner Child

(A song about caring for the young voices and lives of our future.)

I share my heartfelt grief with this song I wrote

 after the Columbine school tragedy about 20 years ago.

This tragedy continues to unfold still; –

no pictures, just words.

 The pictures on the news – are tragic and sad.

All those young people – all laying there dead.

Emotions well hidden – except to show hate.

Two people in illusion struck out on that day.


Love, where are you going?

Love, where have you been?

Do you have a song to play

for all these young friends?


And where’s education

bureaucratically amuck?

Have these lives uncovered

the blind spots where you’re stuck?

You’re now calculating the terrible cost,

all the emotion and all of the loss.

So what is the lesson, the lesson to heed?

What is the lesson? – What is the need?


Now, where is the healing? – Where has love gone?

As we all feel the bleeding, is there a new dawn?

And the song that is playing – is playing for thee.

The melody playing – is love in a minor key.


Now, love’s full of passion, but love’s full of care.

And love’s full of healing – when love is there.

And the song that is playing – is playing for thee.

The melody playing – is love in a minor key.



And the song that is playing – is playing for thee.

The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

Richard Evan MacKay

The Power of Intention

Vision Board - 2018

It was New Year’s Eve day, and the temperature had dropped significantly below freezing. I was driving to go for a walk at my pond and then pick up some food. Halfway there, my car began overheating. It soon got up to hot on the gauge as I was trying to get to AutoZone to see if they could assess the problem and maybe give me some antifreeze. My car started steaming, so I had to pull over in the parking lot of the Blue Plate Café on Governors, the main road. I called my road service and they got me down to AutoZone. They happened to be open, but could not help me. So I got a friend to help me get my car over to my auto repair shop, which was about ¼ mile away.

I left the car there for when they would come back to work on January 2. On Wednesday, my mechanic called and said that the radiator had cracked and needed to be replaced. He explained that the car was old, so the radiator had just worn out in the cold. When a well-intentioned friend called him the next day, she told me the mechanic had informed her there might be possible trouble with the engine. She sounded glum and talked about the prospect of not getting my car back. I just told her I will set an intention for the best possible outcome. I did not talk to my mechanic until the next day, and had a fitful sleep recalling what my friend had said. I, however, had this voice inside that said,” It will be OK, tomorrow.”

The next morning I decided to follow my inner council and trust implicitly my power of intention; I listened to an Intention Meditation, and visualized the positive outcome I wanted and what my inner voice had counseled me. At about 8:30 AM I called my mechanic. His first words were, “They’re out there test driving your car now. You can come and pick it up.” I felt a surge of elation and victory, and I called another friend to take me to the shop.

Trusting my power of Intention, I thought what an illustration of my picking up and trusting my power of intention in these conditions, not listening to outer voices and conditions, but listening to my interior spirit.

The Duck walking on Water

That afternoon I finally went out for a walk at the pond, and amazingly most of the pond was frozen over with a thin sheet of ice. There was, however, a small section of the pond where the water was not frozen, and there was a group of ducks swimming in that area. All of a sudden I spotted one duck that seemed to be walking on the water right where the others were swimming. I thought, “Boy the Spirit is out here at the pond today.” There surely are a lot of mysteries and beauty on and around this pond where I go for meditation. Manifesting this intention in so dramatic a way has also been a mystery to me. I stood there in wonder and profound gratitude.

Evening Wilderness

Winter Pond2

“Wilderness is not a luxury, but a necessity of the Human Spirit.”

Slight of wind caressing
pond’s surface,
crystal ice sheet
frozen water
sculpted to stillness
in waves and patterns.
by the sweeping wind,
days and nights of cold.

In the distance,
see setting orb of sun
on top of horizontal
outline of trees.
Momentarily now,
look directly
at sun’s brilliance.

Realize this tranquility
of space and time
in this wilderness.

The sun’s orb sits now
on the horizon
slowly disappearing
in a majestic brilliance of color.
I sit in rapture
and listen to this
still inner voice:
“Hold here another minute.”

The Universe, God,
the Mystery of life
has touched me
with this frozen pond surface,
the changing color and light,
the caressing feel of wind,
this wilderness,
and all the mystery
of evening.


Note: I think this needs some work to communicate the image.

On This Christmas Morning

On This Christmas Morning-2017-8

The snow is melting, now, on this Christmas morning,
revealing of the dormant Earth below.
We gather ‘round our tree of many colors,
Exchanging gifts and all the love we can show.

The sun is showing again above the mountain
Even in this darkest time of year.
The miracle of the light comes celebrating
The time to share the gifts will always be here.

We gather celebrating of life’s miracle
We gather celebrating the virgin birth,
And sing our songs for love of baby Jesus,
Can you sing some prayers for love of Mother Earth?

Now, Santa has gone back to his home in the North Pole,
leaving a song and gifts for all of us to see.
Gone with all his sleigh and magical reindeer
All the gifts for you and for me.

And Spring is only now
A far away fantasy,
A place waiting for
All our dreams to grow,
Knowing that the energy here is biding,
We celebrate this chrysalis morning glow.

Richard Evan MacKay

**This song came as an inspiration during the Christmas season when I happened to be feeling sad and lonely, ruminating about the recent transition of my mother that year.