A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Rain!
Cosmos stooped Over stone today. Raindrops ran their Rail into shadow. Nothing is really alone. All our roots are there. Where raindrops go, Stems lean, life shares.
Beautifully expressed! I absolutely love the interconnections you've made here. I had to comment using my old, inactive Blooger account, otherwise Blogger won't let me comment. If you change your settings to allow anonymous comments, those of us at Wordpress can comment using our Wordpress names and URL's. Blisses and best wishes, Mother Wintermoon
Again, I have to say that Norma's photography leaves me speechless. Your poems add an extra touch. Here your words force the reader to take yet an other look at the photo, then make the reader realize that they would have missed out the rain drops on the stems of the Cosmos.
I'm so glad you've gotten rain. And that you wrote this poem, and that Norma took this photo. I like to think the cosmos is leaning down to look at her wet toes.
Beauty bowed, Over stones today, Rain ran a race none can match During day or night, Where are are our roots? Deep in the ocean, Washing the shore With our conscience Ness.
Loved this and I, too, took a second look at the photo after reading slowly. Glad I've discovered your site. Don't recall how I got here but the internet linkings let me wander. I'm grateful. Kim in PA
Such a beautiful flow to this poem, Geo. In combination with the photo, I'm warmed by the message. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMost kind, Robyn. This life-business isn't always easy but sure is amazing.
DeleteBeautifully expressed! I absolutely love the interconnections you've made here. I had to comment using my old, inactive Blooger account, otherwise Blogger won't let me comment. If you change your settings to allow anonymous comments, those of us at Wordpress can comment using our Wordpress names and URL's. Blisses and best wishes, Mother Wintermoon
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mother Wintermoon. Your clickable current site is scrolled in the sidebar here, with a snippet of text. Hope that suffices for now.
DeleteThe refreshing renewal brought by the rain is captured well.
ReplyDeleteEmma, we've been without rain for so long we try to capture it even with photos and words, any way we can.
DeleteAgain, I have to say that Norma's photography leaves me speechless. Your poems add an extra touch. Here your words force the reader to take yet an other look at the photo, then make the reader realize that they would have missed out the rain drops on the stems of the Cosmos.
ReplyDeletePerceptive Munir, life indeed is filled with mechanisms of astonishing subtlety.
DeleteI'm so glad you've gotten rain. And that you wrote this poem, and that Norma took this photo. I like to think the cosmos is leaning down to look at her wet toes.
ReplyDeleteO Jenny, I love the idea of Cosmos investigating her wet toes.
ReplyDeleteLove this. I could so clearly see the rain.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandra. Most kind!
DeleteBeauty bowed,
ReplyDeleteOver stones today,
Rain ran a race none can match
During day or night,
Where are are our roots?
Deep in the ocean,
Washing the shore
With our conscience
Ness.
Thank you, Liz.
DeleteLoved this and I, too, took a second look at the photo after reading slowly. Glad I've discovered your site. Don't recall how I got here but the internet linkings let me wander. I'm grateful. Kim in PA
ReplyDeleteI am grateful too, for your visit and comment. Welcome, Kim!
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