Saturday, January 15, 2011

washed ashore


the sky lays softly
upon her weathered wooden mouth

eyes creased
by countless waves

body blurred
like a vision

i think i can hear her wordless whispers
but she holds her thoughts
like sheets pulled up close

keeping out the night

16 comments:

all ways 11 o'clock said...

beautiful words
"she holds her thoughts
like sheets pulled up"

to a stunning photograph.

~robert

Reya Mellicker said...

I see her, definitely!

steven said...

robert - there it was - as soft and smooth as skin an old, very old log washed ashore. thankyou for your kind comment! steven

steven said...

reya - i spent some time next to her. i imagined the journey. such a long time spent growing and then her journey in the water to this point where she rests and listens to stories and tells those of her own. steven

Ruth said...

It takes a person of immense life and connection to hear and understand the wordless whispers of a weathered, long-journeyed log. This touches me.

steven said...

ruth - i believe that the voices that comprise this world are available to anyone with ears for listening and not simply hearing. as i grow older i'm blessed to meet more and more people for whom this is the case. thankyou for your thoughtful comment ruth. thankyou also for the gift of your blog. steven

Tess Kincaid said...

Gorgeous bit of writing, Steven. One of your best. My WT is always dragging up beautiful driftwood from the river, Mother Nature's art.

Jo said...

I feel the gentleness of a sky that "lays softly upon her weathered wooden mouth."

Sweet maternal sky. No matter how many countless waves have blurred the body, she's there for us.

Not sure why, but I'm thinking (with great love and a bit of pain) of my elderly ailing mother as I read and reread this poem.

Thank you for the peace it brings.

steven said...

tess thankyou very much. it's funny how sometimes you can be inside an idea or an observation and it's just there. steven

steven said...

jo i thought of a lot of mums and grandma's as i wrote this one! i wish your mum well jo. steven

Pauline said...

I always come away from here with new ways to look at ordinary things :)

Dulce said...

I'd like to be that Moon looking down what you describe so perfectly, steven!

steven said...

dulce - i think you can be that moon if you wish. you know better than most the powers of imagination!!! steven

steven said...

pauline - same here!!! steven

Gerry Boyd said...

nice!

steven said...

thankyou gerry!!