Thursday, May 31, 2012

May's song


Laundry blows in the wind.

I watch through the kitchen window.




Deep sharp folds,
 now crisp, now soft,
snap 
and grab my attention

a great unfurling of wisdom

Listen.


All quiet now as the Yarrow spreads
her lacy arms,
mixing shadows and light, 
as 
effortlessly 
as
 breath.





10 comments:

  1. Here you are, best Ramona, safe and meditative you go your circles, peaceful, feeling like only an artist can feel, listening, watching, seeing, showing, praying, loving. Thank you.

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  2. In the first one I see an angel ...
    and this makes all your laundry angels' wings and a great Breathing ...

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  3. A lovely song!! Goodbye May...

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  4. Mother used to hang her wash out on the line in the back yard... a very fine memory. xxoo, sus

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  5. Thanks for your comments. I welcome each one.

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  6. such a beautiful post
    your photos
    your words
    your heart ~

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  7. What a beautiful May song. I hope June has a wonderful voice as well.

    Kim

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  8. The first photo brought to mind ghosts, then angels. Reminds me of the Richard Wilbur poem, "Love Calls Us to the Things of this World", the excerpt:

    Outside the open window
    The morning air is all awash with angels.

    Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses,
    Some are in smocks: but truly there they are.
    Now they are rising together in calm swells
    Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they wear
    With the deep joy of their impersonal breathing;

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  9. HKatz-
    Thank you for this wonderful poem.
    It says so well what I feel.

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