RAP: Found in the Outdoor Journal
I've been culling my outdoor journal, dropping things into chapters as I go.
Every so once in a while I find something unusable that I want to keep. But where to keep it? And how? It seemed perhaps a good idea to keep a few little treasures here, as random acts of poetry. Discovered. Embraced.
I love
the fallen
golden
grasses—
straw reaching
sideways to
escape destiny.
-----
This is
life, this.
Beautiful life.
-----
Hemlocks
bow in turn,
do obeisance
to the house.
-----
White butterfly
barely whispers
against my arm,
hurries away
through quiet
arch of forsythia.
-----
Trees
wrestle
the air.
-----
Sun shines through
leaves— soft green
illumination.
-----
Light plays
upon the pine,
dips her in golden oil.
-----
I hold
three little
blueberries
which I will
hide inside
to ripen.
-----
Miniature
face of the baby
cardinal... tiny
promise of a
crest-to-be,
above his eyes
like a hat.
Snow Storm photo by Gail Nadeau. Used with permission.
Labels: God in the Yard, outdoor journal, random acts of poetry, writing process
posted by L.L. Barkat at 8:42 AM
16 Comments:
One of my favourite writers published a book of poems and paintings: Top of My Lungs. Natalie Goldberg. I throw this up as a thought! Your poems and photos???
Her latest: Old Friend From Far Away: The Practice of Writing Memoir, looks to be a good one, too.
I found so much rest in some of these words. *sigh*
Thanks for the poetry link, L.L.! Things are pretty quiet here in Muskoka. I am in a (small) writing group and trying to give them some more info. I'm not into poetry right now. Might get back to it - you are good inspiration.
Thanks for the yummy poetry. I haven't written any in a while. I'd like to, but it makes me nervous.
Trees/ wrestle/ the air.
Great trio of lines.
it's like a nine course meal at the french laundry.
lovely and rich little plate fulls
Thank you for this. It was so contemplative. I'm still savoring the image of the baby cardinal with the crest-to-be like a hat.
Wonder-full, thanks for sharing this, Laura.
Beautiful, words for the soul :0).
Love these. How can someone say so much in such a little space? Silently in awe...
Such
words
unfurl
here.
Thank you, L.L.
Poems and photos: you should.
word for the day...
"rejoice"
pass it on
:-)
I'm with Jenny Jill and Ann
Poems and Photos please
I like the hemlocks and the blueberries.
These random thoughts remind me of the time that I stood singing in church watching a very large evergreen's bows bending in the strong wind, giving praise to God just as we were.
I second (third?) the Poems and Photos comment. Such soul-quieting, peace-infused words and images!
How did you see that--trees wrestling air? Now I see it everywhere! Beautiful eyes, you have, L.L.
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