I’ve been feeling a bit more quiet these days. I think some of it is from all the waiting we’re in the midst of, and working through the potential purchase of a bookstore. But I also grow quieter online when I’m feeling the need to immerse myself in fiction writing, and that’s what I’ve been doing recently. I have to finish this novel that’s been kicking my butt for the last few years.
Beautiful poem. And it could have easily shown up as a descriptive essay instead of poem which makes it so interesting to think about why some thoughts and feelings show up as a poem and some show up in prose. I imagine the spare words match your quiet mood.
Shawn, wow...these last three lines.
"when the river
keeps running even
though we can’t see it."
It's good to reflect on the always-withness of God's work...even when it's hidden behind weeds and brambles and too-full trees.
Thank you for this today.
Beautiful poem. And it could have easily shown up as a descriptive essay instead of poem which makes it so interesting to think about why some thoughts and feelings show up as a poem and some show up in prose. I imagine the spare words match your quiet mood.
Not that you don't know this or need anyone's permission, but gosh it's good to get quiet. Love the poem.
This is just so much loveliness! I’m so glad you stepped into “something a little different.”
lovely.