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
contains
the colours of us
at once describing
and then also
sanctifying
us
in our incompleteness

7 comments:

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

Wow!

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.