Wednesday, July 6, 2011

July 6. Six Couplets


I learned snow:
a soft fall that builds up.

I learned dirt:
calling your hair ribbon mine.

I learned sun:
a beating down that makes things grow.

I grasp the tremble of beauty:
sitting palm to palm through months of cancer.

Giving came easy:
when everything had been taken away.

I learned love:
because you forgave me.



 
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13 comments:

Claudia said...

this is amazing...i learned snow..dirt..sun..and the finding love and hope in difficult times through him who loves us more than his own life...great write

Brian Miller said...

this is really cool...love the first three and the return to it in the last...the things learned naturally...the middle brings a nice context as well...nice one shot

Magpie said...

Your words are wonderful. So much to learn and so many ways to learn.

Craig and Bethany said...

Takes my breath away.

I love how the second half of the couplets is a contradiction -- but true. I keep reading it over and over to feel the surprise again. Splendid poem. So much of life is like this, the unexpected being true.

So happy you posted.

Lynne said...

with ease, i say this is the best poem I have read this week.. in all your simplicity, you have woven each word with a golden thread..

to forgive is to live...

this was an absolute treat...

marousia said...

Simple yet so rich

abraveandsilentthing said...

This is amazing. Giving came easy when everything had been taken away. So true. There is an unspoken camaraderie and selflessness in times of tragedy, struggle, etc. Thank you so much for sharing.

Kathy said...

The beauty and truth of this is stunning. Palm to palm with our mommas.

Meanwhile a small child is learning to draw. As she learns, she finishes with a masterpiece. Glorious Morning, times two.

Simply beautiful.

Goat said...

Love you, Kathy!

Sheila Moore said...

this is really magnificent and inspiring. thank you.

Steve Gravano said...

That's a awesome poem. Glad I stopped by.

Pig Woman said...

Awesome painting, also!

S. Etole said...

each line its own kind of powerful ...