Monday, October 31, 2005

Poetry Monday

I don't do Self-Portrait Tuesday (SPT), because it's too hard to secret away the office digital camera, and we all know I'm broke, so I ain't got my own camera. In lieu of SPT, then, here' s a poem for Poetry Monday (PM). It's one of my all-time favorites, and the only one I know by heart ... or the only one that's not really a dirty limerick that I know by heart:

Illumination, by R.T. Smith (1999)

As if some monk bored
in the cold scriptorium
had let his quill

wander from the morning
Gospel, two tendrils
of wisteria

have scrolled
their green fervour
into the weave of a wicker

deck chair to whisper
with each spiral,
every sweet leaf

and dew sparkle,
Brother, come
with us, come home.

There is no escape from nature. We may forget it, we may usurp it, we may depelete it, but it remembers us, just the same. That's kind of nice.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I loved the poem. Thankyou for sharing it. It does paint a vivid portrait of the outdoors to me.

8:50 PM  
Blogger Sisters with Letters said...

I'm glad you liked it, hat girl. I don't know what it is -- I don't remember how/when I saw this poem, but it feels like it's been with me for a while, and I always get a nice warm feeling in my belly when I hear/read/say it aloud.

10:23 PM  
Blogger Sisters with Letters said...

you had me at "hello" ... I mean, "furry bearer of unconditional love" yeesh.

10:54 PM  

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