Monday, June 13, 2011

that was the wall


yes i remember,
that was the wall
where all thoughts of ever after fell

evening was colder
than the season might suggest was fair

the flowers had closed their mouths
for night was dark and unrelenting

my thoughts kept to themselves
as lone birds flew overhead

later i puzzled over the untimeliness
what had seemed complete
yet so unlikely
unravelled like
so much ribbon
caught in the wind of my imagining

now woven into the hair of my remembering



18 comments:

Kathleen said...

Beautiful . . . you evoke so much . . . into the air of my remembering -- what an image!

steven said...

kathleen, i see this wall on my bike rides out of town and this time i stopped. as i got closer a story appeared in my mind, actually more of an image. of an ending. here is what i can share. steven

Tess Kincaid said...

I love the juxtaposition of the limestone and the brick in your image. Sometimes our thoughts and imaginings do hit a brick wall. Lovely last line.

Ruth said...

This weaving of past regrets into what is, what is beautiful, is perfect. The poem is like rumi in completeness. There is also a timelessness in it. We have these altars in our memory, they stand out like this wall.

Your header image of raindropped daisies is astonishingly lovely too.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Lovely as usual steven - and a superb new header.

ellen abbott said...

I would come just for your header pics.

aguja said...

Fantastic images evoked with your words in this poem, Steven.

Reya Mellicker said...

The hair of my remembering is definitely blowin' in the wind at this moment in time.

THANK YOU for this beautiful way to contemplate the experience. You blow my mind, Steven - you do!

Kay said...

stunningly beautiful...words and images...boy you must have a great camera..those daisies are amazing..xx

steven said...

tess it's an old building that presently houses the local rowing club. i love old stone and old brick. steven

steven said...

ruth so much hovers and imbues our present experiencing from the past. i hear the tenses speaking to each other. a wistful distancing. steven

steven said...

weaver thankyou. these little daisies are me feet from me as i type. i took the picture in the rain. they made me think of a couple. steven

steven said...

ellen, you know i place no expectations on anyone who visits and so if that brings you some degree of goodness then we share the little joy. steven

steven said...

aguja thankyou. steven

steven said...

thankyou reya. my favourite rememberings are those that have gained some context in the long arc of life. they don't have to be beautiful of course, just real and i have to have made the effort to see them for exactly what they are. steven

steven said...

kay, thankyou so much. to help share what my eyes see i use two cameras for this blog. the one i use the most is an olympus e420. it is really sweet and generally very kind to me. steven

Dejemonos sorprender said...

Seven.. thanks for your words :)
Saludos my friend :)

steven said...

matias hey you're welcome! and thankyou. steven