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

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16 comments:

  1. all ways 11 o'clockJanuary 15, 2011 at 8:43 AM

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

    to a stunning photograph.

    ~robert

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  2. Reya MellickerJanuary 15, 2011 at 8:57 AM

    I see her, definitely!

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  3. stevenJanuary 15, 2011 at 10:11 AM

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

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  4. stevenJanuary 15, 2011 at 10:12 AM

    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

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  5. RuthJanuary 15, 2011 at 10:19 AM

    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.

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  6. stevenJanuary 15, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    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

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  7. Tess KincaidJanuary 15, 2011 at 12:03 PM

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

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  8. JoJanuary 15, 2011 at 12:38 PM

    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.

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  9. stevenJanuary 15, 2011 at 1:00 PM

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

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  10. stevenJanuary 15, 2011 at 1:02 PM

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

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  11. PaulineJanuary 15, 2011 at 2:14 PM

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

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  12. Dulçe ♥January 15, 2011 at 2:30 PM

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

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  13. stevenJanuary 15, 2011 at 2:31 PM

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

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  14. stevenJanuary 15, 2011 at 2:32 PM

    pauline - same here!!! steven

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  15. gerry boydJanuary 15, 2011 at 7:01 PM

    nice!

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  16. stevenJanuary 15, 2011 at 7:21 PM

    thankyou gerry!!

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