Tuesday, May 09, 2006

The morning light

in the morning light
in the morning dampness
I leave the unpaved road,
turn into the wild country

into land of falling edges and
soft green divides, where
untamed water flows
and none but the wild go

I walk along curved lands
that rise like hips and shoulders
into spreading light

over all, the vast
sunbright sky sings in whispers
to a drumbeat under my skin

39 Comments:

Blogger Firehawk said...

MB,

Really liked this one. Brought the countryside vividly to mind, as if from an old traveling-prayer.

5/09/2006 12:21 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Wild, yes. I picture your curves blending with the landscape around you.

5/09/2006 1:35 PM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

if you can feel the drumbeat then you are exactly where you belong...

5/09/2006 2:50 PM  
Anonymous Sara said...

Yeah, it's like a little traveling minstrel's song. Here's to the wild!

5/09/2006 3:30 PM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

I love this poem, mb. All that sensuality of the land and the drumbeat under your skin. Quite a beautiful walk.

I am signing this with my real first and middle name, I am the blogger formerly known as Rexroth's Daughter.

5/09/2006 8:18 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Firehawk, I'm honored. Thank you.

Mermaid, I'm glad you saw it that way.

la vie en rose, there is something to be said for that.

Sara, glad you heard the song!

Robin, thanks for your kind words. It was a beautiful walk.

5/09/2006 8:58 PM  
Blogger alan said...

I'd have never thought of describing the rise and fall that way; how beautiful!

Like you!

alan

5/10/2006 1:09 AM  
Blogger Jean said...

Everyone extasy in front of the setting sunlight. And I often use this light for my photographs.
But the light which upsets me more, it is that of the morning, in summer, when the sky is without cloud, up to around 11 a.m. This light there is photogénique than that of the evening but I find it much more magic! Another world, really!

Tout le monde s'extasie devant la lumière du soleil couchant . Et j'utilise souvent cette lumière pour mes photos .

Mais la lumière qui me bouleverse le plus , c'est celle du matin , en été , quand le ciel est sans nuage , jusqu'à vers 11 heures .
Cette lumière là est moins photogénique que celle du soir mais je la trouve beaucoup plus magique !
Un autre monde , réellement !

5/10/2006 1:14 AM  
Blogger gracie said...

Stunning mb... alluring imagery, particularly the curves and the drumbeat under skin - I feel it!

5/10/2006 2:37 AM  
Blogger Endment said...

Oh yes - wonderful - I have to go out for a walk!

5/10/2006 4:49 AM  
Blogger Lee said...

"that rise like hips and shoulders" - love that!

5/10/2006 5:30 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

Oh, my! Leaving the "unpaved road," turning "into the wild country"! Exploring your wild side in the wild land, how fruitful this can be. And I like the sensuousness of the curves of the land, the light drumming under your skin...

5/10/2006 5:39 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Oh, Alan, I have always seen a connection between the hills and humanity. The forms of nature echo everywhere, and our shapes are no exception. Yes, it is beautiful!

[Based on the French version of his comment, I think Jean's English translation is missing a word; it should say that the morning light is less photogenic than evening light.]
Jean, vous avez raison! Il y a une qualite exceptionnelle a la lumiere du matin, un peu de l'univers en expansion... comme les photos a votre blog!

Gracie, oh I'm happy that you can feel it!

Endment, go, do go! Walks do so much good. And I know they would especially for one like you.

Lee, me too! Thanks.

Brenda, I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem. I should have known you'd connect to the drumming!

5/10/2006 9:28 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

it must be said. we are sisters in spirit indeed. this is so beautiful it catches my breath!

5/10/2006 10:09 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Anne, you have given me a big, wide smile. Thank you.

5/10/2006 10:44 AM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

There are not enough wild places like this left. THank you for taking me there. I feel the drumbeat, too.

5/10/2006 1:20 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

Very, very nice!!

5/10/2006 2:32 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Patry, you wouldn't know I live in a city, I suppose, from some of the poems I write. I am fortunate to live close to wild places. But I am sad that open spaces are disappearing so quickly in most cities, and even between them.

5/10/2006 2:32 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Oh, rdl, you snuck in there while I was responding to Patry. Thanks!

5/10/2006 2:34 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

hmmmmmmmm....i left a comment yesterday that didn't post for some reason...sorry!

i love the way the "drumbeat under my skin" continues the theme of "wild" in the poem. i think of it as pulsing...a heartbeat, wildness as primitive drums beating can be...just fabulous mb.

5/10/2006 2:34 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Sky, I've had trouble with comments yesterday and today, too. Blogger seems to be buggy again. I am glad to read of your sense of the heartbeat, the pulse, the wild. I hoped that would be conveyed.

5/10/2006 2:38 PM  
Blogger Dale said...

(o)

5/10/2006 2:59 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Dale, you see why your lines today hit home for me.

5/10/2006 3:15 PM  
Blogger Jon Cox said...

BEAUTIFUL POEMS!!!
I love the pictures you have posted as well! :o)

5/10/2006 8:15 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

hi mb, "soft green divides where untamed water flows and none but the wild go" none but the wild go has such a liquid, melodic flow to it... i felt like i was bubbling along on a mountain stream. :)

5/10/2006 9:12 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

I like the curved lands rising like hips and shoulders, too. This is lovely. But for all the rain we're now having it would make me want to go out for a long hike.

5/11/2006 5:24 AM  
Blogger T L Reynolds said...

I've never felt more like going for a walk!
This is a very sexy poem to me. I'm picking up a lot of sensual imagery, here.

5/11/2006 11:53 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Jon Cox, welcome and thanks for your comment!

Snowsparkle, I'm glad that is how it felt for you!

Leslee, sometimes you just have to suit up anyway and GO.

TLReynolds, I can see how you could read it that way!

5/11/2006 1:08 PM  
Blogger Jean said...

Merci pour la correction : vous avez raison !! Je ferai des progrès grace à ces remarques . Encore merci .

5/12/2006 5:11 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Jean, je aurais voulu seulement que tout le monde comprends tout ce que vous voudriez dire.

5/12/2006 8:24 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

'I walk along curved lands
that rise like hips and shoulders
into spreading light' I love this it has such a beautiful picture

5/12/2006 11:10 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sue, thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

5/12/2006 2:35 PM  
Blogger zhoen said...

(o)

5/12/2006 3:41 PM  
Blogger garnet david said...

yes

5/13/2006 8:25 AM  
Blogger Luanne said...

hips and shoulders do share the curves of land - mountains, slopes...

its like a communio with nature.

This is a lovely piece mb!

5/14/2006 10:16 AM  
Blogger Luanne said...

*communion

5/14/2006 10:17 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

Catching up on my blog reading ... this is a treat, the hips and shoulders allusion is wonderful. Sensual and with a hint of wild ...

5/15/2006 12:01 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

MMM! I like this a lot! Love the hips and shoulders simile.
Superb.

5/16/2006 6:48 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, all! I appreciate your comments very much.

5/17/2006 8:01 AM  

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