knitting hermit carl spitzweg
when the moon glides across the sky
and leaves are fluttering
grey as moths
in the rills of wind
that cluster
then dance in abandon
up the hillsides and across the valleys
i lie in my bed
unravelling
the knitting of the day
scattering yarn
of all colours
soft and rough alike
into untidy woolen whorls
ready to be drawn together once again
into some unlikely
and ill-fitting garment
11 comments:
You put into poetry a thought I had this morning upon rising - that each day is a new one, another chance to do the beautiful, to see the possible.
This voice you've found in the last few poems steven - this economy of words laden with the simple wisdom of a life observed with clarity and love. A delight.
I agree with Bonnie, Steven. Your poetic voice becomes stronger and clearer with each poem.
"...in the rills of the wind" and "untidy woolen whorls"
exquisite imagery. Beautiful voice.
Thank you for sharing.
I unravel the knitting of the day, in that semi-lucid layer, just before falling asleep. Beautiful metaphor.
You make every one of your outfits look GOOD. You do.
very lovely steven. and your header, I know it's a picture you took, water and ice, but it is so abstract I can't really tell what it is.
You knitted a smile on my face.
Love "rills of wind."
PERFECT.
Unraveling at the end of the day- working out the knots- very nearly more difficult than knitting it all back into what it will be again- over and over. Scissors come in handy.
Bonnie's comment captures much of what I have been observing and feeling here. Every since I learned the story of Penelope, the wife of Odysseus in Homer's Odyssey, I have loved the metaphor of weaving yarn by day and unweaving it by night.
Oh I like the thought of unwinding one's thoughts to knit them back together...perhaps with a new perspective!
pauline, bonnie, jo, tess, reya, ellen, ruth, linda sue, lorenzo and hope. thankyou so very much for your kind and thoughtful comments here today. it's so very cool to be able to write each day and believe it or not, it's a risk for me, a hazardous undertaking each time because i want each picture and each word to have some value, some meaning, perhaps even to set in motion something greater than itself. your comments are like little gifts to me. thankyou. steven
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