Tuesday, June 13, 2006


dirt crumbles in my hand
dry and almost grey
threaded with tiny roots
from last season

strange alchemy,
primitive and powerful,
seed and soil to rootlet,
to plant, to fruit

water and love
light and wind


love, nourishment
and tender attention,
from thought to word,
from word to dream —

slake my thirst
give a kiss
and under the warm
rush of your breath
watch how we


Blogger Gise said...

Very beautiful writings. Very sensitive. Congrats!

6/13/2006 9:44 AM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

i spent this weekend working in a seriously weed-overgrown garden and now my hands are full of callouses and blisters... when i saw the lovely smooth hand holding the soft petalled roses, i could actually feel and smell those roses! alchemy of the highest order... thanks!

6/13/2006 11:29 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

ah yes, humans do tend to thrive under those same conditions...

6/13/2006 12:14 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

nourishment nourishes both the giver and the receiver...the results are always remarkable aren't they?

beautiful roses! is that the hand that writes all the lovely poetry?! :)

6/13/2006 1:02 PM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

So much flourishes with these attentions. Earth and water, love and kisses. A heart blooms as beautiful as the rose.

6/13/2006 3:12 PM  
Blogger Firehawk said...


A very romantic one. Sorry about not being around lately. Other things pulling at my attention, I guess. Anyway, glad to be back.

6/13/2006 4:15 PM  
Blogger Brenda said...

All I can respond with is you must be a most amazing person, your poetry, fragile, miraculous, precious, honoured... I can imagine how your garden loves you.

6/14/2006 7:53 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Gise, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed your visit.

Snowsparkle, I've done my share of weeding this past week! Isn't it interesting what including a hand in a photo does to the "feel" of the picture?

La vie en rose, we all thrive under good conditions. It's that thriving process that is the mystery to me.

Sky, yes that is the hand that writes the poems. Actually, no, it's the hand that was taking the picture that writes the poems!! ;-)

Robin, Earth and water, love and kisses, is beautifully put, fits right with the poem.

Firehawk, thanks for stopping by. I know you've been busy. For me, the challenge is finding a way for the romantic to be expressed in poetry without spilling over into sentimentality.

Brenda, goodness, thank you! Your words are extremely generous!

6/14/2006 9:17 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Pome and poem!

The images and the tactile language do it for me, especially enjoy all those lovely open vowels and the demanding consonance in "slake my thirst."

6/14/2006 3:37 PM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

we are such deceptively tender beings - in need of so much we don't recognize. this is lovely!

6/15/2006 9:16 AM  
Blogger Jean said...

Il y a 5 minutes , j'observais notre Kaki. Ses feuilles et ses fruits sont au même stade que le votre ...
Pour le faire fructifier , en hiver , nous mettons à son pied 3 ou 4 seaux des cendres de notre cheminée de feu de bois .
Au printemps , nous ajoutons un peu de potasse biologique .

6/15/2006 11:01 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Your love of nature always colours your poetry so delicately, you create a different prespective on the simplest of things

6/15/2006 12:10 PM  
Blogger Becca said...

your poetry is so settling ... comforting with the sweetness of truth. good for you ... still writing beautifully.

6/15/2006 4:43 PM  
Blogger Frankie said...

This is so delicate and graceful. Absolutely lovely as always, MB. Thanks for being such an inspiration!

6/15/2006 7:24 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

Exceptional thank you

6/17/2006 10:53 AM  
Blogger zhoen said...

And there is that bit about letting the roots stay in the dark, undisturbed, trusting.

6/18/2006 12:39 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Lori, thanks for savoring this!

Anne, our needs become clearer when we listen. It's the stopping to listen that is difficult.

Jean, je ne savais pas que vous avez de Kaki aussi! Il y a quelque animal qui aime manger les notres avant de saison. Je ne sais pas lequel!

Sue, thanks.

Becca, lovely to see you here again. Thank you.

Frankie, I'm glad I can return the favor.

Endment, thank you very much.

zhoen, oh yes. Oh yes.

6/20/2006 9:30 AM  

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