Friday, January 13, 2006

Friday the thirteenth

I could tell you that the sky is blue, or that it's grey. But the more I look, the more I see that isn't so.

To be sure, there is blue and there is grey. But also lavender, white, gunmetal, pearl, the variegated colors of old steel and old lace. And there are feathers, rolls of cotton wadding, stretches of diaphanous tulle. They seem to catch sometimes on the bare branches, entangled with chimney smoke.

There is no sun.

15 Comments:

Blogger Frankie said...

So simple and intricate all at once. I love the myriad of colors that make up the sky. Beautiful!

1/13/2006 12:22 PM  
Blogger Brenda said...

"stretches of diaphanous tulle," oh, I love that, coming with "gunmetal" and "rolls of cotton wadding" takes its potential romantic overdoneness away (says someone who practices plethora :), and "entangled with chimney smoke"~ this seems composed as quickly as the breeze billowing, yet is a finely wrought poem, brilliant.

1/13/2006 12:46 PM  
Blogger Firehawk said...

MB,

An interesting landscape. I would point out various phrases and observances, but others have already done so. Cheers.

1/13/2006 1:34 PM  
Blogger zhoen said...

I suspect the sun is lurking.

1/13/2006 6:38 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Again, the wavelength is uncanny, though we have different things to say. I don't possess your magic with words, but have my own simplicity.

We are blessed with such a beautiful sky along with your lovely description of her colors.

1/13/2006 9:17 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

Sounds like you live here in New England.

1/14/2006 6:51 AM  
Blogger leslee said...

Nice. I think the first time I noticed all the colors in the sky was when I went to an art museum with an artist friend and she pointed out to me the incredible range of colors a painter uses to capture the sky. And textures as well, as you caught here in the cotton wadding and tulle. Lovely word painting.

1/14/2006 10:31 AM  
Blogger Kelley Bell said...

I recall the legend of the Hindu Goddess Kali. They called her the black Goddess.

But the teaching said, Great Mother Kali may seem black, when viewed from a distance, just as the water seems blue, but when you take it in your hand, it changes, becomming transparent and crystal clear.

1/15/2006 5:04 AM  
Blogger Rexroth's Daughter said...

Your words describe the sky outside my window. I take a picture, but it barely conveys what these words do. Truly lovely, MB.

1/15/2006 11:07 AM  
Blogger garnet david said...

Sometimes when viewing a sunset I turn my head sideways to see the colors, which become more detailed with the different perspective.

My birthday is this day. I broke all the rules and threw caution to the wind and had a wonderful day.

1/16/2006 2:50 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, all. It's raining again today. I'm sure the sun IS out there somewhere, but lurking, as zhoen said. Kelley Bell, welcome! RD, perhaps it's a matter of what we feel comfortable with (or not); I respond to your pictures the way you respond to these words. David, looking at things sideways or upside-down is a wonderful way to cut through preconceived notions of what is there. Happy Birthday!

1/17/2006 8:42 AM  
Blogger kasturi said...

love this, dear one

1/17/2006 10:42 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Karen, welcome, and thank you.

1/18/2006 11:11 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

hi...just fell in here from somewhere...and i love it. you are a lovely read. just thought i'd tell you so.
cheers, Anne

1/23/2006 3:06 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Anne, thank you and welcome! I'm glad you fell in, from wherever it was, and that you enjoyed your visit.

1/25/2006 10:08 AM  

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