Musing
who feeds my roots
like the dark soil
who rains on my leaves
and breathes like the
western wind
in the bud of my ear
whose warmth like
the steady sun
opens me and
draws out my
life
***
So my daughter googled me yesterday and arrived at this blog. She said the poems were too long for her and her friends to read, so they mostly admired the poems' existence and admired how professional the blog looks. I haven't laughed so hard in a while. Happy weekend, all!
like the dark soil
who rains on my leaves
and breathes like the
western wind
in the bud of my ear
whose warmth like
the steady sun
opens me and
draws out my
life
***
So my daughter googled me yesterday and arrived at this blog. She said the poems were too long for her and her friends to read, so they mostly admired the poems' existence and admired how professional the blog looks. I haven't laughed so hard in a while. Happy weekend, all!
posted by MB at 9:37 AM
20 Comments:
Had she said "memorize" I might understand, though I wish I could memorize each of them!
I'm glad you laughed!
alan
Ah, Alan, she's too young for much of this. Though I do read some of it to her that she enjoys. And one day perhaps she'll get to the rest. She was looking for "the poem about the owl" but said she didn't find it. There are actually a couple poems about the owl and I'll show those to her later. She'll like them because they are very accessible and because she's often on those walks with me.
But I'm very glad that you read, Alan — thank you!
mb,
I love that you've added this extra insight in the comments...I imagine that your daughter will remember these things always.
she and her friends doesn't know what they're missing. whew! talk about short attention span! they'll get it someday... it's just not their time right now for this. i liked what you wrote on rubies in crystals site about muses. i'm with you on that.
TLR, I'm sure she will remember — she's got a memory like a steel trap! And is at an impressionable age.
Snowsparkle, I think the short attention span probably had everything to do with being in the company of friends! Yes, quite an interesting discussion about muses of there! I love the diversity of responses.
A beautifully rich poem, MB, celebrating life. And thank you for sharing the story about your daughter :-)
A wonderful parallell, almost a mantra. Happy weekend
Thanks for sharing the comment about your daughter and her friends. Glad they liked your blog and were impressed that you write such lovely poetry. Now, if she is a lucky little girl, she will find that she inherited some "poetry genes" from her very talented mom and write some poems of her own one day!
uh oh. Nice poem!
Great story to go with a lovely poem.
Had an odd random thought -- the repeat of the "who" sound through the poem made me hear an owl.
;-)
Lori, that's not a random thought! At least not totally. I didn't intend it, but I definitely heard it, too!
;-)
"and in that space
vacuum
void
hole
alone
stand still
and look over
the precipice into
abyss of infinity
and
be
come
a
part
of
a
w
hole "
Magnifique !
C'est du mysticisme !
J'adore !
When she is your age, you may show her this again, and she will laugh too. And know how far she has come.
Love the phrase "opens me and draws out my life" The wind, rain, sun who bring possibilities to a place where they can bear fruit.
Glad you can laugh
I always marvel at how each reader has different opinions in their comments.
Who? Different people, including yourself, huh?
:) if it weren't for kids...how would we remember to laugh out loud?
It's good to see a clear, thorough use of a concrete metaphor. I love "bud of my ear." Nicely done.
While it "draws out your life", it draws me into this poem :)
Ah, beautiful 'muse' poem! And interesting that, though you are anonymous, your daughter still found your site. And utterly precious that they found the poems too long to read! How very, very sweet.
My daughter just found out on Friday at the half semester mark that she got the highest mark in her English class, and that her teacher really likes her poetry, and it made me stop and ponder on the mysteries of mothers and daughters and talent and the muse. It was Grade 10 when I, too, started writing poetry and was at the top of my class in English.
There are years ahead, MB, but there is something thrilling when this happens...
A blessing... another one of the many... xo
Sorry, all, to be slow responding. Blogger's been buggy again and I haven't been able to see these comments!
Mary, ah, I'm glad you read it that way. Some people see the darkness. Me, I see both, ultimately, in celebration of life.
Sky, if she chooses to follow such a path, she certainly has the potential to far outstrip me.
rdl, uh oh? I suppose. But not in the end!
Karen, yes, I also think of it as not unlike a prayer. Thanks for the chuckle, and for stopping by.
Jean, merci. Je suis heureuse a vous voir ici et que ce poeme vous plait. Oui, c'est un peu du mysticisme au fin.
zhoen, without a doubt!
Endment, what would I do but laugh and take delight in who she is right now! She bring light and love to my life.
Devon, how wonderful to see you here. Thank you for your kind words.
Mermaid, I know! It's wonderful, isn't it! I love reading the comments because people do always have something different to say... and different from what I might say... and it's all good!
Anne, amen, amen, amen!
Thank you, Amy. I was particularly delighted with the arrival of that phrase. I'm glad you noticed it, too.
Anna, I hope the poem draws the reader in... and then through and out again!
Brenda, the news for your daughter is terrific! Congratulations! That is about the age when I recall things beginning to 'hang together' a little better for me, too. I'm sure my parents were relieved as you must be... and your delight is very understandable.
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