Saturday, September 24, 2011

the colours of us

we grow out of

the slightest
rising light

the smallest
dancing flame

emerging as one soft thread

first wetted on a tongue

then pinched between hip and mouth

then rolled into the confusion of a knot

the thread that we are
the colours of us
at once describing
and then also
in our incompleteness


Ruth said...

Much can be done with little.

The photo of light draws me in.

I also really like the photo of maple leaves in the rain in your header.

Have a restful weekend, Steven.

Valerianna said...

Beautifully simple becomes so very complex.

steven said...

ruth the photo of light was taken in an abandoned church i rode to about fourty km from here. it's a very old wooden building and the plaster has pulled away from the lath work. but the light flooding through those windows told a story that connects to the words i wrote here. thanks for your kind wish!! steven

steven said...

valerianna - i see the beautiful simplicity of us subsumed into a vast complexity. steven

Reya Mellicker said...

First wetted on a tongue
then pinched between hip and mouth


You knock me off my feet on a regular basis, Steven. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Absolutely beautiful
John m

Tess Kincaid said...

I love this.