when you shout into the well
and there is no echo
when the trees
spread their silvered arms
into
the mirrored blue
arc of the sky
stay one moment
longer
let yourself
fill with the memories
of moments
that are no more
but which
are entirely present
in the well
of your self
16 comments:
Those moments are still present. Beautiful.
such a beautiful post...i have lots of these moments...close to my heart tied up with string..x
Yes - we miss so much by not resting there - one moment longer.
willow when i saw this tree i thought about its life and all that it had seen. i thought about it green and full. of course that brought me to think about how life passes all living things by and they are revibrated into some other form of existence or simply some other form. so here we are. holding the moments that have passed and treasuring them for all that they are. steven
thankyou kay. i love to have a memory - especially those unbidden - return to the surface for me to reflect on and enjoy all over again! steven
bonnie it often is about stopping and allowing the past or present moment to be fully there in our experiencing. steven
steven, what a phenomenal photograph. The blue is mesmerising, and the tree could be contemplated for a lifetime.
Plus your wonderful words, which echoed so.
your photos often look like paintings steven. Too real to be real.
titus thankyou very much. this tree was at the side of the road as i walked along. it was so incongruous, surrounded as it was by lush trees and undergrowth. when i walked back past it on my return trip it caught my attention again and i stopped and thought about its life from seed to this dried withered end. steven
ellen i have noticed that many of these more recent photographs have that quality about them. i could wish to paint like this. perhaps not the same subject matter. steven
Uh oh, shout into the well and there is no echo, would make me stop to contemplate and read a poem like this one. That tree is certainly straight as a pin but a giant tree. Really nice photo.
'What is this life if full of care
we have no time to stand and stare?
hello technobabe - well yeah. i was thinking that sometimes the well of memory gets full. i don't know if that's possible but it seems like life fills me sometimes and then i stop and think about it all. steven
weaver - so perfect! thankyou very much. steven
Your ability to beautifully express the deepest thoughts never ceases to amaze me...
I can just imagine you thinking and planning these words. I especially love the last: "let yourself fill with the memories...in the well of your self". We are a well of memories, thoughts, longings, knowledge, dreams. Thank you Steven.
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