Storytellers – almost all – when food and drink abound, in loosened tongues and memories long-hidden, long-removed. It births among us belly-laughs and tears that flood deep spaces as we recall unfathomable names and times and places. Every person in this room a sacred mystery of love and loss, of hope and fear – a… Continue reading Storytellers Almost All
One million moments - inkless I've avoided me too long Because I can't avoid you Or anything that's wrong To write it is to understand Or at least to try To speak it is to give it shape To give it breath and life Let it rest between us now Let the broken be Give… Continue reading Inkless
Yes, the above photo IS Lake Superior. From my personal collection of photos taken by a non-photographer. 🙂 A short for you this morning -- I'm not sure whether I'm finished with this poem, but I thought I might as well share it anyway. As always, I love your comments, questions, suggestions. ***** The fog… Continue reading The Fog Upon Superior
Just before the light of day before the rising of the world gripped in silence, darkness, shame there the rolling dawn unfurls. She breathes the chill of night away. It fades to navy, purple, flame. There the morning song resumes, beneath the twilight of the day and waking trees and yawning streams. The meadow needn’t… Continue reading She Sings the Dawn
Little Bird you try so hard to be everything all the time You cannot (for you are not) and so you are doomed to fail If you could be just what you are not everything to everyone You would be (for you are) Little Bird, destined to fly ©2018 Sarah Elizabeth Moore From… Continue reading Little Bird
