Ghairo Daniels Poet Free verse

EMILY DICKINSON: INNOCENT GENIUS: PART 1

Her poems like childhood marbles
contain luminous coloured 
feathery shafts sparkling sequins 
scrutinise them in Light —- brain cells
will swing     for each contain
revolving prisms exposing blings
          —   perceive     verbal see-saws 
to-fro before our corneas ——-
wisdom nuggets floating across
dimensions    
                   free from historia 

Not for shillings did Emily suffer
passings of close Beloveds 
when her translucent Heart with
parachute mind were shredded 
fine —- for this genius to grasp 
that Death-Life is one golden 
ring      both could sting or sing     
Choice is ours within The Voice 
—— tools we grasp in centre palms    
alms as canvasses to peruse   
                           They tumble down …

Her laced snow-white garb 
adorning spine erect      an 
Earth  Angel in solitude inking
                     poem after poem
near a thousand and eight hundred
             channeling for eternity ——
perceptions for mundane 
       humans to attain
Deep Love, politics, Nature
religion, law, Music did not escape 
a lens widened then wizened from 
unitary room on father’s fourteen 
acre loom — like sentinels subjects
marched along whilst she zoomed
for thirty years  
                         A l o n e
autistically      
                       m i c r o s c o p I n g 
 
her musing inner artist danced with
scientist swaying subtle moves —
—lashes signalling like butterfly 
                             antennae high 

probing the gamut of universal 
themes ….  Commerce, medicine 
fashion - - round-abouting detailing 
domestic activities to verse poetic
fondest blue jays receiving focus
sparrows, gnats  —- NO THING 
escaped her iris, yet not liberated 
from longing tears of joy or sorrow 

                         Emily stood moral !

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Placed : First : Premier Contest 
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Sept. 26

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Timothy Ray October 7, 2026 at 12:26 AM as a devoted fan of Emily, this poem has her smiling of which I am sure....thank you for a delightful walk in her essence Ghairo Daniels October 7, 2026 at 3:55 AM ThkU for read and comment, Timothy ~ appreciate your pop-in.🙏

Frank Daub October 3, 2026 at 3:46 AM Ghairo, Have you seen the film titled A Quiet Dream? It will implant itself in your repertoire of Dickinson knowledge. Even the dialogue is poetic, sometimes. sounding like her poetry as the characters converse. Come on, check that film out. It’s a level above the stage play The Belle of Amherst. Julie Harris stars. Avoid any other versions. Frank Daub October 3, 2026 at 6:42 AM Ghairo, The greatest LOVE of my life, my wife Mary Ann, died two years ago on Christmas morning. I mention this because she was a sublime life partner who took great joy in celebrating my interests and endeavors — poetry being one. I am a retired literature teacher — 30 years! Many are the days and nights spent preparing classes, evaluating student writing, trying to share my love of writing with those seemingly focused on pure academic survival. One evening, bringing me my tea, Mary Ann looked at some notes I was preparing. She noticed several pages focused on Emily Dickinson. “Wow”. She said. “Looks like you are hooked on Emily.” I said, Sweetheart, I could never love another woman as I love you, but Emily? I just love who she is, what she brought to the world, how she silently suffered her own misperceptions of her value. God, I love that woman! Mary Ann laughed and said, “If I get to Heaven before you, I will warn her of your intentions.” Ghairo, I deeply believe that Emily I Ghairo Daniels October 3, 2026 at 6:12 AM ThkU for visit & comment, Frank ! Will check out your recommendation > hope it is on YouTube. I resonate so much with Emily’s poems - I understand something of what is called her “autism”. 😊

Frank Daub October 3, 2026 at 1:00 AM No! Someone who loves and understands Emily at a plane I doubt that I could ever reach. Were I still teaching, I would make these miracle poems my only text on Emily — including, of course, her Divine Poetry. Ghairo, you are saturated in your knowledge AND understanding of THE GREATEST American POETESS!!! Maybe check out my little whisp of an Ode To Emily. Just added you as one of my FAVORITES. Frank Daub

Karen Jones September 29, 2026 at 11:39 PM Wow! Congratulations on your trophy win and a fantastic examination of Emily Dickenson.😊 Ghairo Daniels September 30, 2026 at 12:10 AM ThkU for comment, Karen ~ I hope you get a chance to read Part 2 : she really was a rare Being. ❤️

Pascal Borg September 25, 2026 at 2:33 PM Ghairo, congratulations on your Premier Trophy win. I am sure Emily would much approve of your description of her beloved poetry and achievements. As it happens, she was a favourite of mine also. Ghairo Daniels September 26, 2026 at 12:52 AM ThkU for visit, Pascal : Emily D is what I call « maskless «  ~ this is the type of authentic poetry I resonate with, when audiences matter less than the truth of the Poet. X.

Daniel Henry Rodgers September 18, 2026 at 4:24 AM Dear Ghairo, Emily is one of my most favorite poets. When a mind operates with such intense sensitivity, what you beautifully term a "translucent Heart with parachute mind", the sheer volume of the world's grief and beauty can be entirely overwhelming. I think solitude becomes the necessary boundary that allows her genius to flourish without being neurologically or emotionally shredded. What a deeply reverent homage to one of literature's most singular minds. Magnificent and highly perceptive work, Ghairo. Blessings, Daniel Ghairo Daniels September 18, 2026 at 4:41 AM Ah ! ThkU for read, Daniel ~ I had to break poem into two parts to post here. She is one of my favourites too. I understand that her poems are so powerful since she wrote without seeking recognition or validation which meant her mind did no editing. I agree: genius needs some kind of solitude ~ I read that Isaac Asimov : (Inside the Atom) also spent 30 yrs alone in his room. How much inner strength such humans must have ! Blessings, Dear Poet. 😊