grace

                          yes

there is letting go

the while

my heart is ebullient

emergent 

listen

rain becomes rivers

becomes oceans

becomes laughter and doing

painting walls

planting seeds

marshaling monuments

of tiny words

listen

a flask the fates had fastened

opened on a laggard's thirst

while my tenacious farm girl

kept the hungry graves at bay

stretching

stretching

Reviews

[Relic]

Possibilities combined with energy can change the dynamics of what is. Suddenly oceans, a wide sky, and freedom become tangible, become lighter to hold, become happiness. I see metaphors and possible symbolism here that can only be written by you.

Always worth the read.

[Ed Hart]

you always sing in perfect tune...thank you

[barleygirl]

I was drawn in by your title "Grace" (which I love the idea of & hearing how others define it). Your illustration of grace is original & unexpected. I love the way you do that compound definition starting with "rain becomes rivers" -- that is so imaginative, the way it starts with something known & constant, then it veers off into the imaginary & symbolic. This is one of the best, most original descriptions of writing I've ever seen: "planting seeds marshaling monuments of tiny words" (love the alliteration here & elsewhere, too). Very excellent read.

[alan peter kelly]

Hungry graves...I often forget to feed myself...laughed at "laggard's thirst"....you have grown sage in grace and I congratulate you mate. The only Grace I've known had a name her mother gave her but that's where the resemblance to the phenomena (phenomenon?) ended.

[Ed Hart]

'build it and they will come'...thanks for the kindly words

[John]

The ‘not letting go’ could lead to something other than ebullience, a rich fruitful naysaying that hears something very different in the laughter.

But, every man to his vision. This poem has a charming, button-holing, hectoring quality that reminds me of the John Donne of Busy old fool, unruly Sun etc.

[Ed Hart]

'letting go', i think, is an acquired taste...

is that a map you're reading there in the cold, or perhaps the classified ads...i hope you weren't looking for a room...thanks for putting me in your day

[Cherrie Palmer]

The images are so clear and you ability to allow us to feel magical. I loved it.

[Ed Hart]

i'm glad you dropped by Cherrie

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This is not only "grace"...This is ALL. How beautiful it is to read your heart so full :)

[Ed Hart]

thank you my dear friend

[Pryde Foltz]

A unique and deft pen you have, Ed. Really enjoyed this.

[Ed Hart]

thank you for your visit and kind words

[Corset]

have you ever watched a mother bird pretend injury or insult to draw the cat away from her young?

[Ed Hart]

at the bird level, this behavior is genetically endowed, fixed, choiceless...at the human level, these quality of these acts are conscious, and therein lies the difference, even the long slow sacrifice of self in the service or care for another...i have only seen the birds on nature channel, but i have experienced the other in the care of my adopted mother, and the sweet duration of my wife...thank you Corset for the accent of your words

[Corset]

exactly, you understand so well Mr. Hart

[Beccy]

This is all anyone could ever ask for.

No laggard you.

Beccy.

[Ed Hart]

thank you Beccy...you always add comfort to my page

[boblakin]

I like love poems, especially ones so skilfully applied that have no need to contain the word itself.

Read a few of your poems now, enjoy your work.

boblakin.

[Ed Hart]

glad for your e-quaintance bob...i like a shoot-em-first, ask-questions-later kind a guy