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



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18 comments:

  1. KathleenJune 13, 2011 at 12:58 AM

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

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  2. stevenJune 13, 2011 at 6:53 AM

    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

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  3. Tess KincaidJune 13, 2011 at 7:29 AM

    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.

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  4. RuthJune 13, 2011 at 8:19 AM

    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.

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  5. The Weaver of GrassJune 13, 2011 at 9:32 AM

    Lovely as usual steven - and a superb new header.

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  6. ellen abbottJune 13, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    I would come just for your header pics.

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  7. agujaJune 13, 2011 at 10:17 AM

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

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  8. Reya MellickerJune 13, 2011 at 12:47 PM

    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!

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  9. KayJune 13, 2011 at 3:12 PM

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

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  10. stevenJune 13, 2011 at 5:54 PM

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

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  11. stevenJune 13, 2011 at 5:55 PM

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

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  12. stevenJune 13, 2011 at 5:57 PM

    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

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  13. stevenJune 13, 2011 at 5:58 PM

    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

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  14. stevenJune 13, 2011 at 5:59 PM

    aguja thankyou. steven

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  15. stevenJune 13, 2011 at 6:02 PM

    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

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  16. stevenJune 13, 2011 at 6:03 PM

    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

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  17. Dejemonos sorprenderJune 13, 2011 at 9:40 PM

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

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  18. stevenJune 14, 2011 at 7:32 AM

    matias hey you're welcome! and thankyou. steven

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