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Showing posts with label held in muth's love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label held in muth's love. Show all posts
Friday, January 24, 2020
WIP
Lyme Camp: work in progress.
One thing.
Another thing.
The next.
One thing.
Another thing.
The next.
Thursday, January 23, 2020
Evanescence and Consolation
From Ruth Ozeki's novel All Over Creation, which I read seventeen years ago and about which I remember nothing at the moment, this tiny poem posing originally as prose:
Life is evanescent
but left to itself
it rarely fails
to offer
some consolation.
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Gratitude/simple pleasures:
• the tik tik of expansion as the cast iron wood stove heats up;
• the grace of these words of poetry that found their way to my eyes early this morning—the wind is blowing out of someplace we do not know; and
• ten minutes outdoors, turning my eyes to the encircling Shenandoah, Blue Ridge, Allegheny, and Appalachian mountain ranges.
Life is evanescent
but left to itself
it rarely fails
to offer
some consolation.
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Gratitude/simple pleasures:
• the tik tik of expansion as the cast iron wood stove heats up;
• the grace of these words of poetry that found their way to my eyes early this morning—the wind is blowing out of someplace we do not know; and
• ten minutes outdoors, turning my eyes to the encircling Shenandoah, Blue Ridge, Allegheny, and Appalachian mountain ranges.
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| The Wind Is Blowing Out of Someplace We Do Not Know metallic latex, acrylic, and oil pastel on a book page abstract 2020 |