Friday, September 22, 2006

Old river bed

this granite sings in the sun
shining mica and quartz
in shades of pink and red and grey
in paint made from oxide,
blood and fat
songs of nourishment and decay
body and spirit
still here
through centuries
of rain and snow
and flood


traveling over the green
ribbon unwinding
between white waves,
I find myself unfolding,
discover I am
mouthing into the wet
and spinning air
songs and words that haven't
surfaced for long years


ragged pink granite cliffs hold
us and the boats and the water
in their tight embrace
I am flooded
with old-rooted memories
of my mother
her round arms
and softness


Blogger Pat Paulk said...

The imagery here is as spectacular, as all the photos you've posted. From the embrace of the cliffs to your mother's arms, fantastic transition!!

9/22/2006 8:31 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

places like this tell us every primative story that lives in us as humans. songs we have long forgotten. enchanting!

9/22/2006 8:43 AM  
Anonymous marja-leena said...

Wonderful words and wonderful photo of the pictograph! This river journey has been inspirational.

9/22/2006 8:46 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

The maternal warmth, even out of rock, stunningly painted rock to be sure, blesses... the poet in her remembrances, and the reader, for whom your words are a cadence of blessings.

9/22/2006 9:13 AM  
Blogger alan said...

Fantastic images of the embrace of Mother Earth...


9/22/2006 9:17 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

This made me both happy and sad. I love the feeling you have painted here of being held and nurtured. Very beautiful.

9/22/2006 9:57 AM  
Blogger polona said...

wonderful imagery throughout, there's a mystical, almost sacred feeling to the poem, enhanced by the photo.

9/22/2006 11:07 AM  
Blogger polona said...

i hope you don't mind if i put a link on my blog.

9/22/2006 11:09 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

The depth of your consciousness is contagious!

9/22/2006 11:21 AM  
Blogger Dale said...


9/22/2006 11:26 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

you certainly came back with your creative well overflowing...

9/22/2006 12:00 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

beautiful poetry. when i read of your memories of your mother's embrace i was overwhelmed with a longing for mine who is very ill...wishing she were well enough to hold me, or i were there to hold her. :(

9/22/2006 4:18 PM  
Anonymous beth said...

These pictures and poems have been a real tonic for me today. Thank you. (And I DID click on the larger versions, and YES it's worth it! How absolutely gorgeous the river is!)

9/22/2006 5:23 PM  
Blogger zhoen said...


9/22/2006 6:32 PM  
Blogger Pauline said...


9/23/2006 10:35 AM  
Blogger chuck said...

Rocks and water...and mom's arms got to me.

9/23/2006 12:10 PM  
Blogger harmonyinline said...

enchanting imagery

9/23/2006 3:09 PM  
Anonymous Dick said...

Looks like the above have covered the waterfront, comment-wise! Suffice to say, I loved it too...

9/24/2006 12:16 AM  
Anonymous becca said...

so lovely ... words, photos, images.

9/24/2006 2:04 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

The contrasts are so powerful.

9/24/2006 9:39 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, Pat. Yes, it was a stretch, a leap of the imagination.

Anne, you got it. Thank you.

Marja-Leena, thank you for visiting. I'm glad you enjoyed these.

Brenda, the maternal aspect of the earth manifest in pink granite, an embodiment of strength, endurance and nurturance.

Alan, thanks.

Mary, perhaps because I was feeling both happy and sad when I wrote it. Thank you.

Polona, thank you very much. I am honored.

Mermaid, thanks.

Dale, yes it was.

Michelle, the well is there; I have to remember to tap it.

Sky, I'm so sorry to hear that your mother is not well. My heart goes out to you. I wish I could hold or be held by mine, too.

Beth, your response is a gift. Thank you for looking.

zhoen, thanks.

Pauline, thanks.

Chuck, you and rivers! And I don't blame you a bit.

Harmonyinline, thanks for stopping by. I'm glad you enjoyed the imagery.

Dick, lovely to see you here! Thanks for letting me know.

Becca, thanks.

Patry, the underlying unity of contrasts intrigues me.

9/25/2006 10:40 AM  
Blogger floots said...

loved these pics 'n' pieces
thank you

9/26/2006 11:23 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

the soul sings and carves these songs upon our heart.

9/27/2006 12:16 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Floots, much appreciated!

Corey, lovely to see you here. Thanks.

9/27/2006 10:53 AM  
Anonymous **Silvermoon**GEL said...

Gloroius imagery.
Your photos even looks like flesh...
This one reached into my own guts and memories. Terrific poem.

9/28/2006 9:57 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Silvermoon, I'm glad you saw it that way. Thanks.

9/29/2006 10:55 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Absolutly gorgeouse, it's strange how different things and places remind us of those we love. I can have whole conversations in my minds eye with my Nan about the children she never met

9/30/2006 10:07 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sue, I think it's a common thing to imagine conversations with those we love who are not here in the moment with us. Thanks for your comment.

9/30/2006 4:24 PM  

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