a quick peek through my window
I’m havin’ one of those days when I’m all alone and have PLENTY to do. But poetry keeps calling to me. So, in between studying art history, here’s a little snapshot for you.
Snap-Shot
red Arizona stone
sitting in a Kentucky home
just being, participating
in being alone, in stillness
while the last warm day
before winter shines
through my window
of experience.
Snap-Shot
red Arizona stone
sitting in a Kentucky home
just being, participating
in being alone, in stillness
while the last warm day
before winter shines
through my window
of experience.
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 2:45 PM
5 Comments:
*****
five stars!
love the structure and the vastness
I have a stone from Arizona too. I think that place takes a part of you and doesn't let go.
ART HISTORY is my specialty, or used to be when I was in college, still teach it to the young ens at the high school where I teach too, Western art history that is.
Beautifully expressed poem. My Samps has rocks from everywhere we've been, and then some, like from the front yard and back...He's a rock boy, that one.
When we went to Europe he brought rocks back from the Mediterranean Sea...wrote Mediterranean Sea on everyone of them and gave them to the people he loves...some of them he even spelled correctly.
You mentioned you needed a favor hon, what cha need?
love ya, mean it,
Lori
I just wanted to see if you had some poetry of mine via your bloglines. But I've my computer back up at home.
I love rocks too. They are a sacred source of wisdom that cannot be unlocked.
The Mediterranean Sea. Ah the wisdom of the waves there must be simply wonderful.
My love to you dear.
oh. allow me to clarify. although the wisdom in rocks and other things in nature cannot be unlocked (fully comprehended in association with reason)it may be viewed in awe. aesthetically brilliant. no reason needed.
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