To the soft, supple pine boughs refracting winter light,
To the white-tailed deer who has come upon me as
Easily and unknowingly as
I have come upon him,
I begin a story
While I walk.
Later
I will not remember
The sweet nothings
That write themselves
Across my heart.
Not exactly.
I will remember
How good the writing felt,
How those lost words
Seal my love now
As they do every morning
When I begin a story.
When I can
I will perhaps search for those words
And make some kind of use of them.
One Single Impression
25 Comments
What a beautiful, heart wrenching poem! I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThe words are so vivid and ones, I may not remember word for word but the gist of it has left an impression in my heart. Thank you!
FYI, I have my blessing up now.
This is a beautiful poem. It is like a sketch of quiet winter happiness in words, beautiful!
ReplyDeleteVery nicely said Sandy. I know exactly what you are talking about. Pappy
ReplyDeleteThe setting's lovely, but I like the insight the best. I get so frustrated sometimes when I can't recall the exact phrasings that came to me during a walk--or Mass! --or in the bath. But you're right, the spirit of those words is still there, and inspires the new work. I'll remember that, next time.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, a beautiful keeper! Thanks!
What can come to you on a walk! Your poem made me feel warm.
ReplyDeleteVery clever take and quite visual.
ReplyDeletebeautiful thoughts and poetry. sounds like you write morning pages or afternoon or evening pages. writing is always there to capture our feelings and thoughts. to cause us to reflect more on life around us.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed that poem!
ReplyDeleteAs much as your photography, beautiful, thanks!
Lovely, Sandy. Is there a writer alive who has not had that experience -- often?
ReplyDeleteA power placing environment, mind and expression in one beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteoooh beautiful!
ReplyDeleteDear Sandy--
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely to me, as your morning stories seem to be an extension of the dreams you may have had the night before. Especially loved that you may not remember the words...they often get in the way anyway!
Love your soulfulness--
I often feel the way you described but have never put words to it. :)
ReplyDeleteYou describe this feeling so well... it is like we are feeling it ourselves.
ReplyDeleteFor sure, the spirit far outlasts the exact words! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I like those doodles written 'on your heart.'
ReplyDeleteIt was nice that you went on the inpiration for the doodles. It makes us think about our encounters.
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yes, I have these mornings when I write in my head but most usually gets lost afterward, but some inking of it always stays with me, much like what you're saying in your poem
ReplyDeleteThis was very heart and soul filled. Beautiful work as always.
ReplyDelete..like the substance of ur picture & ur poem it is beauty searching for beauty,life seeking life-
ReplyDeletein the what,where,when,how or why -
of words,walks,graceful trees & stories..many thanks.
Beautiful words that flow so effortlessly. If only we could remember some of the things that go through our heads, which, as you say, always seem so good. I guess we should carry a small notebook at all times!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful walk that brings hope of remembering those great words we often forget. Peaceful poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is just so lovely. Your words and images over come me and I am moved to awe. Well done my friend.
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I enjoyed your link of ideas and feelings being like doodling without pen and paper.
ReplyDeleteHow perfect, your words and the picture.
ReplyDeleteSandy, I love this photo here. I love trees and I think they say so much. I think your poem here is very beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.