Tuesday, November 17, 2009

angel wings


in the half light of dusk i was riding home
and saw to the west
silhouetted against
the sky
the remains of an old barn and
right next to it a small shed.

derelict.

on its way to being forgotten.



and i wondered as i walked into the fields,
what stories that old shed could tell
of love
and sorrow,
of dreams
and troubles,
hopes that left this earthly plane
on the backs
of angel
wings
spread across the sky.

21 comments:

Steven Anthony said...

alot of my scenic saturday post have old barns and forgotten buildings in them, I am always drawn to them wondering the story behind them.....

love this, thanx for sharing

peace

Kathleen said...

I do like how your mind's eye works, Steven. This gave me goosebumps! Perhaps you should tell the story of the fields and the shed, and the love, sorrow, dreams, and troubles that left this early plane on the backs of angel weeks. Perhaps the story is asking to be told by find you as you rode home. Perhaps?

Sid Smith said...

Beautiful!

steven said...

hi steven - i'll pop over on saturday and spend some time having a wander through your world steven. thanks for your kind comment. steven

steven said...

hi sid . . . thanks very much. steven

Pauline said...

Amazing what shapes the clouds take in our imaginations, isn't it? One could believe in angels, looking at that last photo. I often tell my students to slow down and listen to seemingly inanimate things. Everything has a story if only we had ears to hear...

Golden West said...

I love those trees silhouetted against the sunset, Steven. Your sunset is a beautiful way to start my day!

steven said...

hi pauline - i love seeing into and inside this world. being available to its riches through careful listening, and seeing is a treasured gift. have a lovely day. steven

steven said...

golden west i'm very happy to have been a part of yyour good beginning day!!! steven

Jenny Stevning said...

I am speechless. Thank you.

MCJArt said...

Steven,

I often have those thoughts of objects now seemingly alone and perhaps 'part of something' in days past.

Context changes the reason-for-being of people and 'things' ~ while their value is not always functional or practical, they can be of-the-spirit, as revealed by your beautiful post this morning.

The function of the old barn was of great value at that magic hour time ~ indeed.

Thank you,

~ MCJ ~

willow said...

I, too, wonder at the stories old abandoned buildings hold. If only walls could talk. Glorious pics, Steven.

Reya Mellicker said...

OK, I LOVE this, the whole thing. Wow.

Dawn and dusk really are "cracks between the worlds" when all things seem possible. I'm especially fond of sunrise though often too lazy to get up in time, now that Jake is gone.

But just this year I'm really getting into dusk. The colors are really something.

xx and thank you so much for this.

Kay said...

how i love clouds and the shapes they make....that old barn is great...many stories indeed...x

steven said...

jenny thanks - silence is such a rare and precious place. it's very different than quiet. steven

steven said...

mcj - thankyou for this. there are points of seeing that are focussed or precipitated in my experience through an object. the barn and shed were in that position on my ride home. they compelled me to stop. to see. to share. have a peaceful evening. steven

steven said...

willow thankyou. i have been in many old places and felt the stories, even heard them in my head. it's not eery or frightening at all but very magical. have a lovely alone evening at the manor! steven

steven said...

hi reya - i hope i don't sound like someone i;m not but this post is one of my most favourite posts. i love its feeling. i love the edge that it dances along and especially the idea that "dawn and dusk really are "cracks between the worlds" when all things seem possible." because i have known and felt very deeply that they are and yet not told a soul. thanks for this. steven

steven said...

hello kay!!! i really wanted to share the edge of day and night and the opening that reya mentions in her comment. the cloud appeared and i knew that it was a cloud but also a symbol. have a lovely evening. steven

hope said...

You know, I think that same thing about the pecan tree in my front yard. It has to be well over 100 years old and probably closer to 150.

I'm sure Native Americans sat beneath her arms and children giggled as they swung from her. Oh the things that tree has probably seen. :)

Margaret Pangert said...

Hi Steven~ That incredible photo looks just like a pair of angel wings--blue in the light of the sunset--swooping into the horizon. I wonder if the various energies--the teetering old buildings, the swooping wings--are part of your healing process? It's a beautiful way to say goodbye to parting souls.