i'm thinking and feeling the great fullness of walking
beside someone else
in their entirety
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- and i knew
- stone eye
- winter sea
- its terrible beauty
- breathe
- alleyways
- christmas day 2011
- i know this long open place
- all we want
- variations
- this unfurling
- enough of words, come to me without a sound
- we see the leaves beneath the ice
- come and go
- soft heated sky
- this day ends gently
- deep autumn
- the old coat
- out and across
- the small voice
- falling behind the horizon
- i watched the stars
- tightly
- there are small lines
- looking back, i saw my path
- three years
- unravelled
- the golden fire
- so like silence
- so like so many little wings, so like clouds
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8 comments:
I want to hold to the hope of the second stanza. But considering the events of the day past, I can only look to it as a prayer....
'Melded hands' has both positive and a slightly worrying ring, but I enjoy the idea of hands held together for a time.
there's not a spare inch of space in this poem. fullness, beside, entirety. this could be walking with god, or love, neither one dwarfed by the other.
(i wonder if you have changed the poem. second stanza?)
xo
erin
erin - it was a much longer piece of writing that just minutes ago i pared down to what i really feel. i'm astonished that you would know. it just felt like a show before i changed it. steven
It is a great feeling, isn't it, shoulder to shoulder with someone who is completely present? Rare and beautiful.
Gosh, I so relate to the conversation between you and Erin. I learned a lot about writing somehow with this one piece I was working on. I got that it was not flowers or decorations or anything else that would make the piece - or ANY pice of writing for that matter - but the pairing down to the most essential and direct words. It was a huge ah HA. Not being "trained" as a writer, I got how to tweak, mend, compost and ultimately let things sit before I could really know. Like making a painting...
reya yes!!! - it's breath taking and life affirming. steven
valerianna - i'm not trained as a writer either, in fact one of the pieces i undertook with the golden fish was to write each day and to hold the intention of becoming a better writer than i was. in an environment where there are so many incredible and talented writers it becomes even more necessary to be available to what i am reading and then to hold the hope that something of their extraordinary skills rub off on me. for that i can extend my gratitude to you valerianna!!!! steven
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