Thanks Jennae, lovely to hear this reaction, that's been my most subtle ending yet, didn't know how it would land. But it happened, and woke me, just like that.
Love this.. again your writing is evolving week on week!! And I am more and more engaged by your prose pieces afterwards.. there is a lyrical nature to that writing too.. the poem flows into it like the music.
Felt this one, in the stomach and heart. Sounds like a glorious day was had. 'Laid' by James was one of my first cassette tapes as a teen. I'd blast out the tunes in the car, not having a clue what the lyrics meant. My poor catholic parents!
Thanks Margaret. It was the first time I felt the strong urge to leave a piece and start another one fresh, because it seemed for a while that it didn't know what it wanted to be. Or it wanted to be too many things. There's probably always a little extra shakedown it needs after. More wasi sabi and I'm OK with that. Thanks for comment and the lines. Really appreciate.
So much in this whole poem to love, and this concept of us as wabi sabi art is a way I've not heard anyone write/speak before in those terms.
And just for fun, there is a children's picture book (maybe you've seen it)called Wabi Sabi about a cat that perhaps your kiddos (and you) would enjoy. The author is Mark Reibstein.
I love that you embraced the day with your children, in the sun, in the light. And that you let them order whatever they wished for lunch:) Inspiration for my own writing and my own mothering☀️
That's lovely to hear Sarah. I surrendered to the day that came. And felt my branched veins light up, it felt really good but quite mended too, as the artform.
I was struck by the beauty of contrasts all that day. How we fear or resist the shadows we love in beautiful scenes.
“Pulling golden light through wounds “ a step stone line that speaks of a Monday seen to heal everything that ails the tired body as the sea side walks along next to you with waves of hellos and then goodbyes.
Stunning! I loved "leaves accidentally washed my face
simply, because I noticed they did" gave me shivers. Love listening to your recitations too!
Thanks Jennae, lovely to hear this reaction, that's been my most subtle ending yet, didn't know how it would land. But it happened, and woke me, just like that.
Love this.. again your writing is evolving week on week!! And I am more and more engaged by your prose pieces afterwards.. there is a lyrical nature to that writing too.. the poem flows into it like the music.
Sadly, if you took every Monday off, it wouldn’t work the same way. But it’s worth a try!
There is a terrific sense of expanded awareness here. Love it!
Thanks Edgar! I might keep going with it so.
Mesmerised was the word that swelled in me upon reading your poem. And long after that the waves still to subside.
Oh wow, that could well be the best compliment I’ve ever received! Easily. (Thanks again!)
Yup
golden threads of pain
illuminate as scars,
branch upon my body, across my face
as 'wabi sabi' art
Felt this one, in the stomach and heart. Sounds like a glorious day was had. 'Laid' by James was one of my first cassette tapes as a teen. I'd blast out the tunes in the car, not having a clue what the lyrics meant. My poor catholic parents!
Thanks Treasa, love that song too!!
'towards the light, towards each other,
out of my mind,
what we really seek is this sensation of feeling alive'
Love this one so much. What a lovely day to capture and remember. And your reading is outstanding! Lovely gusto.
Thanks so much Mike. Really appreciate.
So lovely:
"coastal harbour view, a sea pours through,
in rushes of enchantment,
freed from attachment,
'til we are sacred again"
Thanks Margaret. It was the first time I felt the strong urge to leave a piece and start another one fresh, because it seemed for a while that it didn't know what it wanted to be. Or it wanted to be too many things. There's probably always a little extra shakedown it needs after. More wasi sabi and I'm OK with that. Thanks for comment and the lines. Really appreciate.
"golden threads of pain
illuminate as scars,
branch upon my body, across my face
as 'wabi sabi' art"
So much in this whole poem to love, and this concept of us as wabi sabi art is a way I've not heard anyone write/speak before in those terms.
And just for fun, there is a children's picture book (maybe you've seen it)called Wabi Sabi about a cat that perhaps your kiddos (and you) would enjoy. The author is Mark Reibstein.
I love that you embraced the day with your children, in the sun, in the light. And that you let them order whatever they wished for lunch:) Inspiration for my own writing and my own mothering☀️
That's lovely to hear Sarah. I surrendered to the day that came. And felt my branched veins light up, it felt really good but quite mended too, as the artform.
I was struck by the beauty of contrasts all that day. How we fear or resist the shadows we love in beautiful scenes.
I will look that book up. Appreciate the share!
“Pulling golden light through wounds “ a step stone line that speaks of a Monday seen to heal everything that ails the tired body as the sea side walks along next to you with waves of hellos and then goodbyes.