Monday, November 24, 2008

RAP: Found in the Outdoor Journal

Snow Storm Gail Nadeau

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
straw reaching
sideways to
escape destiny.


This is
life, this.
Beautiful life.


bow in turn,
do obeisance
to the house.


White butterfly
barely whispers
against my arm,
hurries away
through quiet
arch of forsythia.


the air.


Sun shines through
leaves— soft green


Light plays
upon the pine,
dips her in golden oil.


I hold
three little
which I will
hide inside
to ripen.


face of the baby
cardinal... tiny
promise of a
above his eyes
like a hat.

Snow Storm photo by Gail Nadeau. Used with permission.

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Blogger Jenn Jilks said...

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.

10:29 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

I found so much rest in some of these words. *sigh*

11:29 AM  
Blogger Jenn Jilks said...

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.

12:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for the yummy poetry. I haven't written any in a while. I'd like to, but it makes me nervous.

1:10 PM  
Blogger Marcus Goodyear said...

Trees/ wrestle/ the air.

Great trio of lines.

5:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

it's like a nine course meal at the french laundry.

lovely and rich little plate fulls

6:43 PM  
Blogger Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

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.

10:29 PM  
Blogger 23 degrees said...

Wonder-full, thanks for sharing this, Laura.

12:06 AM  
Blogger Shosannah said...

Beautiful, words for the soul :0).

6:27 AM  
Blogger Billy Coffey said...

Love these. How can someone say so much in such a little space? Silently in awe...

9:09 AM  
Blogger Ann Voskamp @Holy Experience said...


Thank you, L.L.
Poems and photos: you should.

9:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

word for the day...


pass it on

11:25 AM  
Blogger GratefulinGA said...

I'm with Jenny Jill and Ann
Poems and Photos please

12:11 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

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.

7:36 AM  
Blogger RissaRoo said...

I second (third?) the Poems and Photos comment. Such soul-quieting, peace-infused words and images!

10:00 AM  
Blogger Joelle said...

How did you see that--trees wrestling air? Now I see it everywhere! Beautiful eyes, you have, L.L.

10:13 PM  

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