photo by Jon Merk
I am well water, salted with tears.
I am the chill in a September morn,
through an open door.
I am Memory
of other chilly autumn mornings,
come full circle,
as the many seasons pass.
I am evening closing in early.
I am bathing in
the reflection of the moon,
rising silver and serene
in the evening sky.
I am a new blade of grass
pushing up through the earth,
and I am the bent and brittle
straw-like, yellow stalk
at the end of life's road.
I am river-breath and ocean-fog
and an old weary, wondering spirit,
rising.
Looking through my eyes
is the one who is
doing the looking,
the one who watches, still and quiet,
as I cavort about like a bumbling fool.
She knows. I know that She knows:
fire and rain, joy and pain,
and always a new moon,
rising.
A poem from 2014, to be shared with the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads .
Three years and still refreshing. She is timeless... enchanting... here...
ReplyDeleteBirth and rebirth, cycle of life..............
ReplyDeleteLove! My new favorite:
ReplyDelete"I am a new blade of grass
pushing up through the earth,
and I am the bent and brittle
straw-like, yellow stalk
at the end of life's road."
And inside? Always the one who knows. Than you.
I like all the I ams. Such a beauty Sherry & wonderful photo.
ReplyDeleteI am memory..come full circle and ..always a new moon rising... what fabulous images, inspiring lines. Love them Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThe moon hasn't failed yet albeit there's been a few eclipses where/when it hid's from us. The Moon, Sun, and stars are safely there, away from man,s careless, and some times evil, hands. Have faith: "Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. (Hebrews 11, King James Bible), and 'Now faith is the substance of things ... '"
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Always, a beatiful one Sherry!
ReplyDeleteShe knows indeed. Wonderful writing Sherry.
ReplyDeleteSo many things from that knowledgeable mother ... love the river-breath and ocean-fog
ReplyDeleteI am river-breath and ocean-fog
ReplyDeleteand an old weary, wondering spirit,
rising.
This is soo beautifully poignant 💖
These full circles of time are so sad - wise and wonderful words Sherry
ReplyDeleteWhat a magnificent poem Sherry. How you always seem to make sense of our place in world even though the words are tinged with sadness.
ReplyDeleteSo much is happening right now. The salt if tears spreads thin. The hope in your new moon is worth stretching and reaching for.
ReplyDeleteHappy Tuesday Sherry
Much love...
Although tinged with sadness, this poem to me give hope in our tomorrows - always a new moon rising. Very lovely.
ReplyDeletefire and rain, joy and pain,
ReplyDeleteand always a new moon,
rising.
So much to look forward to even though it has always been there!
Hank
So peaceful, and I love:
ReplyDelete'I am well water, salted with tears.
I am the chill in a September morn,
through an open door'
and
'I am river-breath and ocean-fog
and an old weary, wondering spirit,
rising'.
Something about this line really touches me: Looking through my eyes is the one who's doing the looking. Sigh.
ReplyDeletevery refreshing.
ReplyDeleteI am a new blade of grass
ReplyDeletepushing up through the earth,
and I am the bent and brittle
straw-like, yellow stalk
at the end of life's road.
Lovely - how we can be both...
I've had those green grass moments, but I am further into the bending, brittle days it seems. Beautiful poetry
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