do you remember a drive up the hill
into the beautiful white trees?
that's one of the days I remember remembering
some of the things you said before
and having the felt sense that they made more sense to me.
I never take anything you told me/tell me/say
for granted;
I hold all of it in that deep well that's been waiting to receive
your words,
wildness,
sadness,
silence
barbs and tangles
work-play-craft
the terrible wonderful times
tales of little cats
and other stories
written
and yet to be
waxing is as much
watching ants as it is spinning fire
or drinking tears
no simple equation of opposites
works
on rhythms
this courageous
sweetness of
mist
beyond wish and lament
its promises
as unnecessary
as its crimes
into the beautiful white trees?
that's one of the days I remember remembering
some of the things you said before
and having the felt sense that they made more sense to me.
I never take anything you told me/tell me/say
for granted;
I hold all of it in that deep well that's been waiting to receive
your words,
wildness,
sadness,
silence
barbs and tangles
work-play-craft
the terrible wonderful times
tales of little cats
and other stories
written
and yet to be
waxing is as much
watching ants as it is spinning fire
or drinking tears
no simple equation of opposites
works
on rhythms
this courageous
sweetness of
mist
beyond wish and lament
its promises
as unnecessary
as its crimes
I like your style and the way you put words together differently. There are twists and turns I find interesting.
ReplyDeletePlease stop by Psyche Connections for a visit. There are a couple of posts on creativity and dance you may find of interest. I would enjoy exchanging blog following links if you have an interest
Linda
Linda-- thanks for the visit and the comment. I will definitely stop by and see what you are doing. I also have a shared interest in dance especially....
ReplyDeleteI am traveling around right now,so I may be a little slow on the follow up... but you will see me soon!
Harlequin