.
sometimes you have to write your letter backwards
and explain all the things you knew
to your stuffed animals
because it's not their fault
the peppermint knobs
the decks of cards
the patter of bamboo on the window-
-sill as it should be
in a house of timber
jacks
and dominoes
and the more you hold of that rationale
the more you speak for that small part in us that is
willing us to be better
.
sometimes you have to write your letter backwards
and explain all the things you knew
to your stuffed animals
because it's not their fault
the peppermint knobs
the decks of cards
the patter of bamboo on the window-
-sill as it should be
in a house of timber
jacks
and dominoes
and the more you hold of that rationale
the more you speak for that small part in us that is
willing us to be better
.
11 comments:
you make me want to write...again.
thank you.
See, you just had to say you can't and then you did!
Great pictures in this poem.
I've a hard time seeing you
talking to stuffed animals
but love that you can imagine that.
Love your banner, it shines.
Wish your white words were brighter, easier for older eyes to see.
Great sky and clouds below poem.
And it's June 17 not 19th yet. Slow down friend. LOL
"that small part in us that is
willing each of us to be better"
!!beautiful!!
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thank you all for stopping by and leaving words and punctuation
;)
Lynn,
I'll change the text color... you make a good point... thanks...
long nights of the soul
reaching courageously ... thoughtfully
into darkness as warm as it is deep
and here you are...
this is a lovely piece and so emblematic of all that is powerful and sustaining in your craft
thank you, Jon...
I'm going camping high on a mountain in the morning, while I'm gone you are in charge.
I trust that you will have this fucked up world fixed by the time I return.
Harle,
thanks for your compliments and your encouragement... I need all the help I can get!
BBC,
I will try...
have a good time camping... wish I was on the paths in the mountains too...
This is a beautiful piece.
very thoughtful one. please don't judge it by my short comment.
Poetry is an escape and expressions are best felt when it's honest and from the heart. Even better, if from the soul.
~Silver
Beautiful.
I found you through Walking Man and when I saw "Blades of Grass," thought of Walt Whitman and "Leaves of Grass." So I clicked because I studied dear old Walt in college. I'm not disappointed.
I'm not a poet or a writer. I'm an artist, but I love poets and writers. You are no exception! You're writing is beautiful and thoughtful and definately moved me. Do I understand it? Yes. I love the previous post. What a little jewel. This one too. I'm so grateful I found Walking Man through Kylie in Australia, because without them I wouldn't have discovered you. What a gift. Darling, do me a favor. Go to my blog and page down to my blog roll (I accidently deleted it so it's incomplete), click on "Cece," then go to Cece's blog roll and click on "Floots." Trust me. Just do it. He's a retired professor in England and a brilliant poet and photographer. Enjoy.
Of course I'll be back. What a beautiful blog.
XO
Suze
Beautifull jon!
I liked the part where you mention rationality, it is so true what you say. If you stick only to it you are going to be watching trough a very narrow lens.
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