Each moment contains
Some quality of the next
In continuum --in text,
An enjambment, as rain
Some quality of the next
In continuum --in text,
An enjambment, as rain
Stores starlight
In opalescent fog.
Morning, birds
Mutter in hedges,
Silence is
Broken by a barking dog
And this span loses edges
To rising mist.
New worlds are
Made of this: calm uncertainty
That will grow
Wings, feathers, fur;
From this weather
Occur, live, be,
And roam the future
Of memory.
Mutter in hedges,
Silence is
Broken by a barking dog
And this span loses edges
To rising mist.
New worlds are
Made of this: calm uncertainty
That will grow
Wings, feathers, fur;
From this weather
Occur, live, be,
And roam the future
Of memory.
It is fun to watch a fog thin and lift. First there is a shadow that becomes an outline of a leafy tree. Then the tree becomes more clear and eventually the sun comes out. But it is a fascinating procession.
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ReplyDeleteHave In told you lately that I love your poetry?
Well, I do and also love Norma's photos ... Bravo to both of you...
Wishing you a happy Sunday ...
Your ability to grasp inspiration from things we would simply ignore is amazing. All I thought of fog was that it is an irritation.
ReplyDeleteI never thought of uncertainty being a calm thing or experience. But now the opposite scares me: certainty does not lead to calmness, it leads to mere acceptance of itself.
Pristine. I love the rhythm of:
ReplyDeleteWings, feathers, fur;
From this weather
Occur,
while this stung my throat with happy emotional response:
rain
Stores starlight
In opalescent fog.
Thank you.
Lovely Geo, just lovely. Nice piccy too! I've walked that bridge in that weather too! Indigo
ReplyDeleteOh how evocative...how the possibilities rise up in the mist...we could be anything, anyone...if we imagine hard enough...we can perhaps learn to just BE.
ReplyDeleteThis is thought-provoking...and truly amazing...:)
I read this when you first posted it, but left without commenting. I wasn't sure what I felt ... then I just came back to read again and I still feel something deeply but cannot articulate it very well. There's a sadness in the expectation... as though we carry other lives with us and we understand what it means to be human. It also carried this thread of hope ... "calm uncertainty." What an amazing and unique way to express this. A beautifully look at time ... love your closing phrase.
ReplyDeleteThis is the first time I have seen the word"memory" in conjunction with future and it is quite comfortable.
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