Sunday, June 20, 2010

each night

even ulving vid vattenbrynet

each night
i row my way

- 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
wending its way
through the city
on its way to the ocean

sometimes emerald
sometimes slate

past my little home

my world
within this world


Lorenzo said...

An aural delight with the rustling, hissing, gurgling...

Ruth said...

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.

Elisabeth said...

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.

Golden West said...

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.

steven said...

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

steven said...

hi ruth! exacty what i was thinking. simplicity, quiet, a welcome haven. steven

steven said...

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

steven said...

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

acornmoon said...

I wonder what is the story behind this poem? It made me think of Bruges and now I want to return there.

Reya Mellicker said...

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.


steven said...

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

steven said...

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