Saturday, April 3, 2010

the music of the little moments


somewhere
inside the something
of what
this all is about


i sit
under the straw-roof
of the hut
of my imagining

shaping
a reed flute


with which i can
play the music
of
all the little moments

12 comments:

Elisabeth said...

A straw hut in winter - a snow covered straw hut - is an amazing sight.

To me it's almost a contradiction in terms. Huts belong to warm climates, not in the snow.

ellen abbott said...

One of the guys that would sometimes be on staff with us on river trips was such an amazing fellow. Among his many talents was whittling. He would cut a small green branch and make a whistle. It only worked fresh. Once it dried out, it wouldn't work anymore.

Rima said...

Lovely.
I am enjoying your bloggings very much. Peaceful and observant.
Best wishes
Rima

steven said...

hello elisabeth - when i read the haiku of the japanese poets from hundreds of years ago i see mentions of the snow and the imaginings i have are rich!!! have a lovely day. steven

steven said...

ellen - see i love that story - it's an earthly wise story. it runs counter to what you might intuit. have a peaceful day. steven

steven said...

hi rima - thankyou for your kind comment and thanks for dropping by. steven

Reya Mellicker said...

I hear the music, and it makes me dance. xx

ALeks said...

Lovely!!Hear me tapping with my bare feet my way out of this tune! Wonderful!A very fine Easter days to you and yours Steven!

steven said...

reya - the blessings of the imagination are so great!!! steven

steven said...

hey aleks! there's worlds of music in the dance of the imagination. worlds that transport us away and inside this world. i wish you a lovely peaceful easter. steven

Liza said...

I absolutely love this Steven.
Brilliant.

Play your tune,
and dance.

BT said...

This made me smile, I'm not sure why. Snow on straw and the wonderful symmetry of it all. Music to my eyes?