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At 1/22/2007 10:04:00 PM, Unknown
Nancy,
That is a beautiful poem.
I don't write, paint, etc.
I love photography, and hope sometime to get back to finding a creative side to my photography.
I am captured by beautiful photos and have connected a new appreciation for "deep" photos.
The one that gets me to the core right now is from the movie Pride and Prejudice. The best I could find on line is found at -
http://bp1.blogger.com/_f3mHwdbzQ3Y/RZyDX1WIz8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/oqmTB6oHCMw/s1600-h/Pride+&+Prejudice3+40+copy.jpg
Anyway, for any of you that have seen this movie, this moment in the movie captures me. It is so beautiful. I have been searching for a poster or something of this picture. If I could find it, I would blow it up and frame it (what I really would love is to have the music accompany the picture, because that is beautiful also). I haven't found one yet...but it inspires me for some reason. I feel empowered, loved, a part of the world looking at this picture.
At 1/23/2007 08:11:00 AM, Helen
Is it ok to share a poem I wrote some years ago that I still like:
God of my dreams
Here's my attempt at putting into a poem what I have learned about the first of three wounds to my woman spirit.
Knowing You (Night Vision)
Something feral
Emerges from moonlit conditions
Upon wings that are her home in the dark
Discerning shadow
Mounting the air above the tree limbs
With eyes that cut the blackness
Into moonstones
Sprinkled like breadcrumbs
For her journey back to morning
When she merges
with the moss
and dew and frost
For needed sleep
She dreams
That she runs with the horses
Mother
Fledgling
The container and the contained
Fierce and kind
Gentle and forceful
Mysterious in movements of grace
Like deep water rising
Tidal
She ebbs and flows
And senses her way
Once more between the branches
She destroys
And gives life
Lives
And dies
Every little needed death
Until she names her fear
And teaches others to fly.