Friday, February 26, 2010

detritus

when i think of the little bits of me
that i have scattered without care
across the landscape of my passing

i am left wondering
whether any took flower

or filled a silence

occupied an uncomfortable space

or if perhaps they lie there still

beautiful little moments



23 comments:

Dan Gurney said...

To live life well...

Scatter moments kindness and caring and beauty everywhere you go and everywhen you remember.

Penny said...

Hmm I had a wicked thought over this one!

jinksy said...

I think you scatter wonderful thoughts that cannot fail to blossom! Thank you for the ones in my keeping.

Elisabeth said...

I admire these little bits of you, whether or not they have taken flower or root. Here in this photo they form a gorious pattern.

As ever, Steven, thanks

steven said...

good morning elisabeth! do you wonder about all that you have left around you. all the little moments that are forgotten and yet still exist in someone's experience? have a peaceful day. steven

steven said...

penny this is an inclusive blog and wicked thoughts are more than welcome!!!! have a lovely day. steven

steven said...

hello jinksy - you're very welcome!!! steven

steven said...

dan - i agree and that's what's behind what i'm saying here. act from rightness and with care. leave goodness behind wherever and whenever you can! steven

Dave King said...

The poem is lovely and the matching of the image to it, inspirational.

willow said...

A little natural ephemera. God's confetti. Beautiful.

Golden West said...

More than you'll ever know!

ellen abbott said...

Oh steven, I love that picture.

Jenny Stevning said...

"beautiful little moments"
That is what happens every time I visit your blog.

Linda Sue said...

Steven Even in the worst soil( mine is clay and sand) your "detritus" has pretty much rooted, More in the heart area than the head. And isn't that what poets do?

LOVE the "confetti" !
( from comment left)Love that you ate cough drops and drank beer when you were starving without a sou to your name, happily! As though that was the best thing ever. That bit of detritus became a massive garden!

Delwyn said...

Hi Steven

when I was counselling and progress so slow or seemingly invisible I used to remind myself that what I was doing was sowing seeds, some fell on fertile ground and germinated quickly, others took longer but eventually burst through the ground and yet still others lay dormant, but I reassured myself that given the right context and set of conditions they may well germinate at a later date...

and I think of teaching like that too, and perhaps we can use this metaphor for life too, when we are casting kindness and care abroad...

Happy days

steven said...

willow - you so see this!!! a storm blew through and dropped pieces of the trees all over. it was beautiful and sad all at once like confetti at a wedding. have a lovely evening at the manor. steven

steven said...

and golden west that's thr truth - you really never know where the seeds of your existence create fruit. steven

steven said...

linda sue - the challenge of sewing seeds in soil that's not supposed to support life is a life's work. there are avenues and dusty lanes that lead to the heart of a sad or lonely land. so many of my students live there and i reach them through the heart. let them see their value. have a peaceful evening. steven

steven said...

hi delwyn, this is so apt and really gets after the essence of this piece. so much of what i value in the passing of my life through this place is located in the lasting effect my work has on the people i have contact with. i don't look for the imediacy of response as much as the hope that it leads to a sense of the beauty of this place as a metaphor for something far beyond. steven

Linda Sue said...

By the Way- Victoria Finlay's book is my all time favorite, I gave a copy to just about everyone I know and forced her upon them- Great adventure Great history of colour! YAY- Good book!

steven said...

hey linda sue! "colour" has floated back and forth and around the town through my friends for some time now. i love it and espcially for its giving a different kind of life to colour than i usually know and experience. no surprise that you are lost inside it as well!!! steven

BT said...

It really is a remarkable thought, that bits and pieces of you have touched others along the way. I used to work in a bank and over the years have received many compliments on my smile and how I've cheered customers up. It costs nothing to smile.
I love the photo too, natural biodegradable confetti!

jeannette stgermain said...

the poem fits your photo perfectly!