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This is where I am right now...
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by Linda Lancione Moyer
Standing in the garden,
left hand laden
with ripe strawberries.
The sun beams off the glassy
backs of flies.
Three birds in the birch tree
They must have been there
all year
My mother, my grandmother,
stood like this
in their gardens...
This year I have planted my feet
on this ground
and am practicing
growing up out of my legs
like a tree.
So, tell me...where are you?
This is where I am right now...
Listen
by Linda Lancione Moyer
Standing in the garden,
left hand laden
with ripe strawberries.
The sun beams off the glassy
backs of flies.
Three birds in the birch tree
They must have been there
all year
My mother, my grandmother,
stood like this
in their gardens...
This year I have planted my feet
on this ground
and am practicing
growing up out of my legs
like a tree.
So, tell me...where are you?
posted by Left-handed Trees... at 10:51 AM
18 Comments:
"My mother, my grandmother,
stood like this
in their gardens...
This year I have planted my feet
on this ground
and am practicing
growing up out of my legs
like a tree"
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Wow. I love it. "My mother, my grandmother, stood like this..."
I am in okay space right now. I feel like the emotional upheaval of the summer has finally worn off... a little calm.
love to you
:)
i'm journeying towards something, but more peaceful about it. i love the photo
is this yours? (sorry, your name isn't in your bio) What a great poem. Period.
MMmmmm this was lovely
loved your photo :)
Where am I?...I'm in the wind, moving all the leaves around, playing :)
xxxxx darlene
Crawling out from under the garden hedge! :) Ready to again experience some peace, some beauty, some stillness.
(And the strawberries - they made me long for the warmth of summer again!)
I really like the ending of this poem...the growing out of the legs like a tree.
"This year I have planted my feet
on this ground
and am practicing
growing up out of my legs
like a tree." I feel this reaching into my soul.
I'm standing in the garden too. This reminds me a little bit of the haibun I wrote today. xo to you left handed...
Mmmm ... where am I right now? Trying to become a dream person, one who can be several things at once and still be whole.
I love the image of growing out of my legs like a tree
Kudos!
I am a poetry philistine, I admit it. Who knows what factors during my formative years (are they over?) led me to my distance from poetry. I'm getting better, with therapy like you're beautifulpoem, I feel hopeful.
Thank you for sharing it.
I am a poetry philistine, I admit it. Who knows what factors during my formative years (are they over?) led me to my distance from poetry. I'm getting better, with therapy like you're beautifulpoem, I feel hopeful.
Thank you for sharing it.
my physical being is so far away from my full real self right now that I'm not too sure...
but thanks for making me reflect upon it.
Vx
Sorry about the double post. It told me it didn't post, so I did it again. Apparently, it was a lie.
Wow, powerful images.
Where am I... Good question! If I were in that poem I would be laying in a hammock under the tree with my eyes closed and my face turned towards the sun.
xoxo
Georgia
Hey beautiful girl...
Have a great weekend...be safe!
enjoy love,
xxx darlene
Oh wow, I love this poem! Especially the ending - "This year I have planted my feet on this ground and am practicing growing up out of my legs like a tree." Did I mention "wow?"
I love the photo too - there's a sense of both contrast and connection.
Great photo, great, great poem! The images it conjures up is wonderful...I used to meditate while shoots my "roots" into Mother Earth - the adventures I'd take with her!
Where I am...unrooted. No, it feels more like being repotted.
BTW, like your blog, I can't remember how I found it, but I'm glad I did!
Lil
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