POEM FOR A SUNDAY

Mary Oliver’s divine whisper  ~ it is no small gift.

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Today
by Mary Oliver

Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

… from A Thousand Mornings. © The Penguin Press, 2012.

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Here’s an interview with Mary Oliver, my favorite poet.

Who’s yours?

Toni 4/27/14

Cedar Waxwings at the EAST MAIN ST. TORRINGTON Stop and Shop Parking Lot ( A DUST OF SNOW FROM THE HEMLOCK TREE 420 CHARACTER, 9-LINE POEM BY PATTY)

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Stop (when you shop)

especially if you’re rueing the rickety food cart

caught in a late April frost heave in the market lot.

So when I hear the high thin whistles of 20 Cedar Waxwings

silky, shiny brown, gray, lemon-yellow,subdued crest,

rakish black mask, and red wax droplets on their wing feathers

–gorging on fermented cherries

(planted by a hydrogen-cell powered Stop and Shop)

I pop Ghirarrdellis,

look & listen.

PATTY

IMG_4512Cedar Waxwings at the EAST MAIN ST. TORRINGTON Stop and Shop Parking Lot ( A DUST OF SNOW FROM THE HEMLOCK TREE 420 CHARACTER, 9-LINE POEM BY PATTY)

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: LETTERS

Letters in the sky over one of my favorite strips of sand


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 The way we were…

 

…but time has rewritten every line.

Today, she’d be flying the plane.

Any skywriters out there?  Educate me!

See more photos with letters here.

Toni 4/25/14