Sunday, January 16, 2011
woman writes, woman rhymes, woman loves
When I started thinking about the TFE's Poetry Bus challenge this week, to be still and feel what is inside us, I could only think of one line: I have loved and been loved. Have I had hardships? Yes. Loss? Absolutely, heartbreakingly. But through it all, I am blessed to be able to say that I have faith and I have loved and been loved.
For the full Poetry Bus challenge and to read the other (probably non-rhyming, maybe not-so-happy) Poetry Bus riders, go here. It's a talented crew and a rollicking ride!
a warm wind formed in rain skirts below the windowpane
stirs the curtains skips along the wall
travels gently down the hall skids across the cold stone floor blows in
through an open door to the heart-room of the home
where the woman sits alone works the pen that tells her art
thinks about the singing sound made by choirs of angels' wings
as they gather as they swing through the ether and of weaving at a loom
where the art reflects the heart of the weaver then a thought comes
fully formed from the wind where it was borne: "Contentment deep within,"
in the poem that she forms in the music that she hears in the blessings
of the years in the people she has known in the love
she has been shown contentment on the wind skirts the curtains
rushes in mixes with her softest sigh weaves itself
into the dye of the fabric of her very happy life