Growing light
her eyelids lift and
her gaze shifts up
to the shuttered window yellow with
leaking light at the edges
with a sigh, she stirs her head
just the slightest bit
not yet turning to look
at me
I lean over her
my cheek on hers
inhaling her sweet small smell
the one she's always carried
my hand slides under her pillow
wrapping my arm underneath
to cradle her again
and my other hand rests
on her growing hip
that rises under the quilt
like a small, silent hill
a slow beginning
I sigh, too, resting my eyes
on the tree out the window
and the one right here,
on deep roots and growing light
her gaze shifts up
to the shuttered window yellow with
leaking light at the edges
with a sigh, she stirs her head
just the slightest bit
not yet turning to look
at me
I lean over her
my cheek on hers
inhaling her sweet small smell
the one she's always carried
my hand slides under her pillow
wrapping my arm underneath
to cradle her again
and my other hand rests
on her growing hip
that rises under the quilt
like a small, silent hill
a slow beginning
I sigh, too, resting my eyes
on the tree out the window
and the one right here,
on deep roots and growing light
posted by MB at 12:53 PM
27 Comments:
mysterious - i'm curious... so many layers of light and growth in this.
Gracie, thank you for pointing out to me the ambiguities of this piece. I thought I was very concretely describing a simple moment of waking my young daughter — however, reading your comment I suddenly started to realize this could be read, oh um, multiple ways. Not the first time that's happened. Oh goodness, I'm laughing now!
a tender moment shared. those first moments of morning awareness are often such vulnerable ones.
in response to your comment to me recently - i have been busy with the garden, but for some reason have lost interest in my blog! :( thank you for noticing. perhaps i will be moved to write again soon.
Either way it is read, it is lovely...
and moving...
So quickly they're grown...
but in our hearts
never gone!
alan
Wonderful word pictures! I am glad I read the comments and discovered you are talking of your daughter... There are so many delightful possibilities :)
This is lovely. Very nice.
Good... I´love...
Saludos desde Buenos Aires...
best regards...
Sky, I hope you do find renewed inspiration at some point. But I think that it's not uncommon to want a respite at times. I'm grateful you are still reading and commenting — your presence here is much appreciated!
Chuck, thank you for your generous comment.
Alan, I'm guessing you would know about that! Thanks for your thoughtful response.
Endment — so I realized! The layers of meaning can make poetry an interesting medium to work with, and sometimes take me by surprise.
Leslee, thanks!
Alexiev, bienvenido a mi pagina web. Welcome! Muchas gracias por sus palabras generosas. Thanks for your kind words.
... deep roots and growing light.
Lovely.
oh mb, this put a lump in my throat. i love the way you describe the gentle hill of your daughter's hip in this poignant, tenderly created piece.
just this morning i went into my sons room to hug him goodbye and catch a bit of his sleepy scent before leaving for work. he is nearly a man now at 13... where did the time go?
No, not even I, with my penchant for reading in a certain way, thought to take this that way, MB! A lovely piece about your daughter, that was clear to me from the start. Such a sweet mood to this one, love laced with just a tinge of melancholy and longing.
My daughter's soon to be twenty-one. Not many more wakings-from-sleep. Possibly none. This stirred a mild quiet grief in me, thinking of that.
Not yet turning to look
at me
was the detail that anchored this poem, for me. Perfect.
This is a moving piece for me and it does have many layers. I think that I am so drawn to this because I have a small daugher, too.
Makes my heart happy.
Mary, thank you so much.
Snowsparkle, my girl is not far behind your young man! There is a toughness we mothers must combine with our tenderness, isn't there... or at least resilience! Thanks.
Dale, oh, thank you. You describe the mood better than I could. And thanks for mentioning that particular line. I hovered over it because it breaks rhythm and focus, but then I decided to leave it. I'm glad you agree.
TLR, savor those small years, my friend! They will be what you remember.
Just reading all these comments has been quite an emotive experience...
'like a small, silent hill
a slow beginning'
You see the parallels between nature and your daughter. She is a tree that will soon grow out of your own shade towards her own light.
MB, one of the things I enjoy about your blog is the way everyone crowds into the kitchen to chat together.
(Oops, excuse me, was just reaching for that coffee...)
Love the nature-infused mother energies in the poem.
(Dale, I want to acknowledge also the quiet grief. I did hear that the first time, and that's what this is anticipating, of course.)
Gracie, thank you for saying so. This is one of the aspects of blogging I've come to appreciate most.
Mermaid, I'm guessing you do, too, with that exquisite little beauty of yours.
Lori, I enjoy it, too! Please, pull up a chair. Cream with that?
Gisela, welcome! Thank you for stopping by and commenting.
I love your poems and photos, MB ... sensual writing and fabulous colour. I must have a go at doing some photomontages.
Lee, thank you. Yes, I saw them too once Gracie mentioned it.
Justin, welcome! I'm glad you enjoyed what you found here. Making the photomontages was a fascinating experience, and I highly recommend it. Much more fun than I ever expected, and very intriguing in the process, particularly involving multiple faces.
Beautiful!!
With a daughter of my own, I never thought for an instant of any other interpretation. I love the unfolding of her here like fluid light... and those curves, oh, I remember.
rdl, thank you!
Brenda, yup those curves are beautiful and daunting. Thanks.
Such an intimate view, I so miss that snugglyness of when mine were younger. I feel an old vidio coming on
lovely! I adore the deep roots and growing light, such a beautiful image. Thanks for this!
Hello,
Thank you for such a beautiful poem. I absolutely love the leaking light and sweet small smell.
I hope to read more of your good work - in the meantime, enjoy your holiday!
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