I've been looking
for It
all day
in rain-soaked sidewalks
in the lit tip of his cigarette
in the threads
of the canvas, in the ink
dripping
off this page
Studying
naked branches
and dew drops about to fall. Praying
that I'll find It
there
in things I can see
and name
and name
As if It
can be reeled in
and caught
As if
It
can be found
in things out
there
I love your poetry, such simple beauty in your words. <3 you
ReplyDeleteAmy
beautiful,
ReplyDeletei too am so inspired by the world out there
just came home from a late afternoon walk and had to type these words up on my old typewriter...
late afternoon SUN
shadows
&
SPARKLES
on white snow
i walk through the quiet world
T R A N S FORM E D
love the way
Deletethe light
sparkles
in the snow
transforming all we know
Gorgeous! Thank you, dear friend. Loving you!
ReplyDeleteJulia beautiful photo and words. There is nothing like the world out there for sure. have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteThis absolutely takes my breath away. So beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteNope 'it' is not out there, anywhere. Thank you so much for reminding me. I keep trying to find it out there, like a knee-jerk reaction, and shit, it hurts. So glad you write poetry to guide me back home, so that I can see how 'it' is there in all things, especially when I am not blind looking for it.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Julia... so, I think, universal. The tendency for so many of us to look outward - for inspiration, approval, validation, accolades, identity - is ultimately so damaging. I learn this lesson over and over. Each time I tell myself, I will look inside next time...
ReplyDeleteI love when you make my tender painful stuff poetic. xo
Julia love ít'
ReplyDeletelet it
take me
where you wanted it to go
let it
show me the wonders you painted
:~)