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Like old crones
In tattered dark gray cloaks
Last night’s storm clouds
Shuffle off to the east
Hiding the rising sun
They prolong their gloomy pall
Leaving behind sodden leaves
Plastered against windows
Overlooking the slate-hued lake
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October 4, 2014 at 10:02 am |
‘old crones in tattered dark gray cloaks’…..’the slate-hued lake.’…… you paint wonderful images with your poetry Tom.
June 15, 2018 at 8:37 am |
Reblogged this on In a dim light… and commented:
Following last night’s storms here in the woods by the lake, a reprise of an earlier post.
June 17, 2018 at 1:02 am |
Definitely worth another view of this lovely poem Tom
June 17, 2018 at 5:19 pm |
Thank you, Teri. I apologize for a lazy post. I need to get back to writing. For the past several months, my energies have gone into the study of piano. And here I am sitting by a northern lake with little to say.
I am not a fan of a compartmentalized mind.
June 19, 2018 at 2:58 pm
Oh Tom, sitting by a northern lake sounds blissful. For the past year or so I have been lazy about writing too, due to a stressful house move that twice resulted in let downs over purchase of a new home. However, a paragraph in a book I read recently, summed up how I feel of being in an awareness of nature and totally submerged in the moment. The following extract struck a chord –
“Without naming, the words will drop, the concepts will drop, and you will make contact with reality. Then you will understand what freedom is, what love is, what happiness is; what reality is, what truth is, what God is.’
Your lake visit must have been like this, a beautiful meditational balance.
June 22, 2018 at 10:31 pm
Groping for words when none will do. Apophatic theology at its best.
So, are in a new home? What’s it like? The older I get, the more a sense of place means to me and any contentment experienced in the ever-present now.
July 30, 2018 at 1:51 am |
Still out of my comfort zone with no house move to look forward to yet but I’m grateful for the support of family.
The challenge of living in a confined space, no personal space, completely out of my comfort zone, finally bringing a realisation of acceptance and non judgement but how must it be for those prisoners you visit.
I hope you are well.