one slate blue thought
passes silently above my rounding shoulders
painting all morning
hands splattered red oxide, cobalt blue
looking bruised and blood stained
as they rise from a tangle of glory
when the canvas stops talking
i walk straight into the arms of life
to tease free long strands of green invading
sungold poppies,
breathe in the contour of clouds,
sit in a thousand shades of
shadow and light,
listen carefully to wild and subtle
conversations of colour.
somewhere between rising and bowing
one blue heron cuts across the horizon
a cathedral of light
a silent prayer scissored from the willing sky
touching down effortlessly to find its rightful place in the
seam of life
before settling down knee deep
in holy
wasn't it just yesterday
i too caught my reflection
in the waters of life?
all that summer blond; a shock of silver white in the
thickening light
the stark realization this body is not mine to keep forever;
nor the astonished air escaping from parting lips.
like the haunting song that coloured sharp
your visitation
when you lept back into the boundless sky
i am linked with love to
a visitation that will sheer up your heart.
Instant beauty. In your words and in the bird.
Posted by: Cheryl's Excellent Adventure | May 01, 2012 at 08:33 PM
i mean it dear hummingbird, your gift with words is equal to your gift with paint and mosaics and photography and and... xoxo
Posted by: lynne | May 02, 2012 at 12:04 AM
Such a wonderful gift to wake up this morning finding your beauty in words and form here, sigh.... I ask again, have you captured all of this, your gift, in book-form? If you don't want to say that's alright, I suppose I might find out some day, but it would be lovely to behold and hold!
Posted by: Sue Fox | May 02, 2012 at 12:29 AM
A masterpiece.Sue is right your words would be lovely to hold. please publish.
my love to you
xx
Posted by: gemma | May 02, 2012 at 12:22 PM
I sitting here at OHSU watching some gorgeous birds going in and out of the river and the sun is playing hide and seek with the clouds and I just knew I had to come and say thank you for yesterday. You too are all that and more to me. Don't ever forget it.
(I hope my iPad get this to you, otherwise just read it with your heart. Much love.)
Posted by: Allegra | May 02, 2012 at 01:03 PM
Amazing post and photos! A perfect blend of revelation in a moment in time.
Have a great day.
Always, Queenie
Posted by: Queenie Believe | May 02, 2012 at 03:24 PM
and we stay forever young drawing joy from this flight...
great catch my dear!
x..x
Posted by: Stephanie | May 02, 2012 at 03:27 PM
Rebecca, thank you for stopping by. Your blog just became "mandatory read." I going through this path of self discovery and transformation and your blog is like water.
Posted by: AKGherman | May 02, 2012 at 06:02 PM
Your poem and pictures making me weightless, took me for a nice flight. Made me realize for few moments, body is not mine.
Thank you Rebecca.
Please do visit my blog. Will make me fee good.
http://spacewithinme.blogspot.in/
Posted by: Harshad | May 02, 2012 at 07:49 PM
hi rebecca, i am amazed at your talents in photography/poetry.
thanks for the inspiration!
wish you a great day!
Posted by: Betty Manousos | May 03, 2012 at 02:21 AM
Painting all morning...and the canvas talking--that's a good day! I so much resonate with this, Rebecca. :o) Lovely to catch up with you after being away for some days. ((HUGS))
Posted by: Tracy | May 03, 2012 at 06:13 AM
Once again you have become one with nature... and have managed to weave us in to this beauty. Lovely!
Posted by: Kimberly | May 04, 2012 at 07:01 AM
nice...i love that...walk straight into the arms of life...and breathing in that moment with you...in all its colours...smiles...there is peace in that...
Posted by: brian miller | May 09, 2012 at 08:00 AM
Beautiful words and photos!
Posted by: Elizabeth | May 09, 2012 at 09:26 AM
The whole work was beautiful but I especially like.....
"like the haunting song that coloured sharp your visitation when you lept back into the boundless sky"
Posted by: Rachel@GeekUnorthodox | May 09, 2012 at 03:13 PM
the stark realization this body is not mine to keep forever;
this piece slayed me. i am torn between wanting to go paint, and wanting to take a walk in nature. a beautiful ode to the soul.
Posted by: imperfect prose | May 09, 2012 at 07:11 PM
oh, i love this all. but this?
looking bruised and blood stained
as they rise from a tangle of glory
yes. gah. you got it. all of it here.
Posted by: tara pohlkotte | May 09, 2012 at 08:07 PM