even ulving vid vattenbrynet
each night
i row my way
home
- a small
riverside home -
a hut really
small, damp, quiet
but for the hissing flame of a small stove
the rustling of the pages
as i turn them
when all is quiet inside
i can hear the water lapping
gurgling
wending its way
through the city
on its way to the ocean
sometimes emerald
sometimes slate
always
moving
past my little home
my world
within this world
12 comments:
An aural delight with the rustling, hissing, gurgling...
Beautiful. It feels like home, your words. I know that I could be content with very little, and a hissing stove is one of the little things I would hope for. Even in a hut, living on a river would feel luxurious, I think.
I think of canals in Holland here Steven and I think of Ratty from The Wind in the Willows.
A wonderfully evocative post as ever. Thanks.
It never fails to amaze me how some artists can so capture the look of sky and water. As always, Steven, stopping by your blog is a wonderful way to start the day.
hey lorenzo . . . i know that some of those aural delights would be accompanied by all manner of odorifous unpleasantry but you know what? i'd love to give it a try. steven
hi ruth! exacty what i was thinking. simplicity, quiet, a welcome haven. steven
helo elisabeth - i was thinking of a visit i made a long time ago to amsterdam. i was really drawn to the idea of living on the canals. thanks for your kind comment. steven
hello golden west! i share your amazement. it's such a gift and then too because it is clearly so "other" i love that it opens the door to the imagination. steven
I wonder what is the story behind this poem? It made me think of Bruges and now I want to return there.
Your posts are brightening. I don't know what I mean by that, but thought I would mention it.
We are re-inventing ourselves this summer, or so says my favorite astrologers.
Sometimes emerald, sometimes slate, always moving.
Onwards & upwards & love.
Shalom.
hello valerie - just a layer on my actual experiencing of my own life. i see metaphoric layers in my daily existence. when i do i let them find their level in art and writing. steven
hey reya - thanks for that noticing. there's much more light entering my life. there are dark stretches, days, weeks, sometimes months and i push past them using whatever means are necessary! your comment about reinvention is especially intriguing. it's happening or about to happen in my life for sure. peace reya. steven
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