william hatherell the quiet spot
the yearning for days that are long and filled with quiet sun
transmutes into the comfort of complacency . . .
in the fevered transition from anticipation to actual,
summer's dance follows a disjointed rhythm that is accompanied by harmonies that seem distanced
and arrive in colourful parcels that beg to be opened and yet,
with the scissors of perception carefully stored somewhere out of reach,
they remain as they arrive and slowly pile up in the corners of my mind.
What fascinating corners, Steven! And so find of you to give us a peek. Warmest wishes~
ReplyDeleteWonderful writing, Steven. Scizzors of perception...out of reach' is such a terrific metaphor.
ReplyDeleteI) agree with Elisabeth. There is intrigue, suspense, the lot!
ReplyDeleteGreat!
kathleen - i just started to unpack some of the parcels actually! just like christmas, once i get started i start ripping and tearing and oohing and ahhing. steven
ReplyDeleteelisabeth - thankyou. the scissors help get below the attractive outer layers to the real gift deep inside. steven
ReplyDeleteaguja - there might just be! steven
ReplyDeleteI like the outer layers as much as the inner layers, as you know. Every layer is a gift.
ReplyDeleteAnd meanwhile as I think about layers, about which layer is the true gift, summer passes by - right before my eyes!!
Love to you, Steven. Happy summer.
reya - true that! steven
ReplyDeleteOh, you poor guy, like me, a teacher adjusting to a long summer vacation! Enjoy, my friend, you'll find the scissors sure enough!
ReplyDeleteThe word languid comes to mind.
ReplyDeleteBrown paper packages tied up with string.
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