the sky is softening
there's a thickness to the light
closer to the ground
ice gathers
into hovering lace sheets
that melt into songs
and poems
telling the stories of their
cloud mothers
object #4 and random pics
8 hours ago
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13 comments:
Songs about their cloud mothers
beautiful words Steven! :)
Brian at one stop poetry says we should write about spring things and dance like happy green clovers but your ice and cloud poem is too beautiful to not be written, march can wait for your green poems :)
that last group of lines is pure poetry!
rima!! thankyou. nature sings about itself in its processes. steven
shaista!! hello! i see brian's perspctive while walking through, seeing, hearing, smelling and feeling the very much still-present presence of winter! it'll be weeks or even a month or so before any green makes its presence felt here. i'm alright with that! steven
pauline - purity is a place i have so little experience of in my own creations. thankyou.steven
sweet.
Watching for the small signs, that's what it's all about.
:)
thanks ellen. steven
friko - i see things so incrementally that they are seen as small signs. steven
hope * steven
Yes, the cloud mothers making lace to spread out on the ground...how perfect.
I have the image of my aunt and mother sitting together "tatting" lace when I was a child. It looked very like the delicate ice in your photos.
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