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Looking, Leaping and A Poem

03 Jan

Beach with the LiveWires this morning was cold but fun.

Looking out to sea

Leaping over a stream

I was sent this thoughtful New Year poem as a present this morning with permission to publish here if I wished. I do – so here it is for you to enjoy as well.

 

Poem for the new year (1995)

No more haunted houses,
stale-breathed walls
No more picking our way
around scrabbled ruins, choked
by the hold of generations
No more drawing at dry wells,
weaving whole cloth from
rags, brilliant
with their years and stories.
Thatโ€™s right โ€“ begin here,
with the awe of
a new imagination,
a life still dangerously fresh,
precariously pink
at the bone,
a peach skin split,
flesh free from the stone,
juice drumming urgent
through your fingers โ€“
begin with this.

c Karen Mittelman

 
 

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6 responses to “Looking, Leaping and A Poem

  1. commonprose

    January 9, 2019 at 7:31 pm

    Where you live, it’s never far from the sea. How fortunate you are.

     
  2. Our Growing Paynes

    January 4, 2019 at 4:00 pm

    Looks like a bracing visit to the shore. How wonderful.

     
  3. Heyjude

    January 3, 2019 at 11:06 pm

    It was certainly ‘fresher’ today, and I do wish I knew who has stolen the sun!

     
    • mybeautfulthings

      January 4, 2019 at 7:59 am

      So do I! It’s so grey every day! ๐Ÿ™‚

       
  4. ksbeth

    January 3, 2019 at 8:14 pm

    Nice!

     

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