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 :)
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
Songs about their cloud mothers
ReplyDeletebeautiful 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 :)
ReplyDeletethat last group of lines is pure poetry!
ReplyDeleterima!! thankyou. nature sings about itself in its processes. steven
ReplyDeleteshaista!! 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
ReplyDeletepauline - purity is a place i have so little experience of in my own creations. thankyou.steven
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ReplyDeleteWatching for the small signs, that's what it's all about.
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ReplyDeletethanks ellen. steven
ReplyDeletefriko - i see things so incrementally that they are seen as small signs. steven
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ReplyDeleteYes, the cloud mothers making lace to spread out on the ground...how perfect.
ReplyDeleteI 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.