Wednesday, January 6, 2010


in response to a maya angelo poem and a snowsuited child making an angel in the snow on kim's beautiful posting at WORDS ON PAPER SCRAPS(in the sidebar), i commented with this:

there were days:
for snowsuits and angels,
for fear of love,
and then falling:
for someone, for a moment,
for the snow, for myself.
for being brave
alone in the cold.


i'll add a poem from ALISTAIR REED that i've kept close by for years:

to rise to the sky you need
two wings,
a violin,
and so many things,
incalculable things, things without names,
a license for a large slow-moving eye,
the inscription on the nails of the almond tree,
the titles of the grass in the morning.

8 comments:

  1. Both of these poems are perfect for this white winter morning!Just beautiful images in both. What a treat! I am not familiar with Alistair Reed...will have to look him up. (The ghostly? image of the girl walking into the distance is very intriguing!)

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  2. What you wrote is so beautiful ...

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  3. ok ....just love your words they are so beautiful and perfect for this freezing cold winter the image is wonderful, mysterious and compelling...

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  4. what a beautiful response-- and the image is mysterious and yet lit up with wonder- what is ahead?-- the light at the end

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  5. the titles of the grass in the morning ..... that is something to really pay attention to .... I wonder how they read?

    Lovely lovely image to go with the amazing words - both your own and that other guy ;)

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  6. Oh. These are those quiet kind of words that go straight to your heart. the nails of the almond tree and I see the climbing nails in our old hackberry tree out front, there for 25 years now. for being brave alone in the cold and I see the faces of those I know who couldn't be brave. And the image is perfect.

    Thank you.

    Debi

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  7. kimmie...the titles say "sit down", and "don't cut me",
    perhaps?

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  8. What a haunting image - to me it suggests the uncertainty of the New Year. The poems are evocative.

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