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:
Beautiful . . . you evoke so much . . . into the air of my remembering -- what an image!
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
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.
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.
Lovely as usual steven - and a superb new header.
I would come just for your header pics.
Fantastic images evoked with your words in this poem, Steven.
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!
stunningly beautiful...words and images...boy you must have a great camera..those daisies are amazing..xx
tess it's an old building that presently houses the local rowing club. i love old stone and old brick. steven
ruth so much hovers and imbues our present experiencing from the past. i hear the tenses speaking to each other. a wistful distancing. steven
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
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
aguja thankyou. steven
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
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
Seven.. thanks for your words :)
Saludos my friend :)
matias hey you're welcome! and thankyou. steven
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