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Thursday, April 08, 2010

Standing

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There is a season
for standing.

It begins
low,
and keeps on slow.

The wind
blows
dirt from your head.

You clean up nice
and when your height
is enough
you'll get the attention of some.

Ahem. Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen.
What I have to say today is . . .

Well, I have nothing to say.
Let me just show you.

~ Ruth M.
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57 comments:

Vagabonde said...

Even when you don’t have much to say, you say it with grace and eloquence. Spring is here to recharge our batteries which have discharged a bit during the cold months. Are those tulip bulbs showing up in your garden?

Cusp said...

How come you seem to have such panache in everything you do ??

;O)

So eloquent

Brenda said...

The beauty insdide we feel when spring first shows itself to us... says it all. I enjoyed these words and photo this morning. Thank you.

Brenda said...

Whoops..I see my typo on previous comment...

Barry said...

Gracefully said, Ruth.

We too are beginning to see what you had to show.

And we rejoice.

shicat said...

Oh is that Iris i see... and the hints of purple.Lovely poem,spring is magic. Even when you've lost your rudder spring can guide you and distract you.Iris stand alone.
Don't work to hard girlfriend,I'm back at it next week for a super busy spring with all of the special ed paper work.
My son and his fiance just bought a house so we have been busy helping them. It is a joy to witness. Peace my friend.

ellen abbott said...

New life. I love to see it emerge.

Bella Rum said...

it's amazing, isn't it? beautiful.

Loring Wirbel said...

I have melting snow and spilled benzene, but no blossoms yet - and that's grist for a poem, "Trucks Enough." Everything should be grist for a poem in National Poetry Month.

Babs-beetle said...

I LOVE your DOF. I bet you'll get bored with this word soon - Beautiful!

BTW. Scrumping was a regular activity when we were kids. You might get shouted at for being in somebody's garden (if they saw you) but it was not a big deal in those days. Such freedom! Often the trees overhung onto the pavement (sidewalk) making it simple to get an armful of apples.

RoSe said...

I recognize those green spears, relished the sight of them in my garden the other day and looked for the pod pushing in the center that would eventually open into a beautiful breathtaking iris.
Lovely words to accompany the photo too!

♥ Kathy said...

How beautiful Ruth!

Arti said...

That's great... posting only poems for April, for NPM. I've always enjoyed your poetry, marveled at the POV and lively images. You've said it so poetically, even when you "have nothing to say". And how apt to put those words in the mouths of spring blooms. I look forward to a month of beauty. And with your photography... icing on the cake!

maggie said...

Even in your not having much to say you say so much. A treat.

dutchbaby said...

I dare say they will get attention of all who are lucky enough to see them. Beautiful bokeh!

VioletSky said...

it is always so exciting, when the green shoots are breaking through.

Stacie said...

Oh, what beautiful imagery with your sweet poem...I especially love the bit about the wind blowing the dirt off of it's head...

California Girl said...

ahhhhhhhh

Susan said...

Haha! Very clever and cute!

Veri word: humbl

Nothin' humble about your poetry, my friend!

Stiggy said...

I hadn't visited in a while Ruth, so spent rather longer than expected in here...

I wanted to say ..

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!

Best wishes as always to you and Don!

x x

Patricia said...

This way too glorious...you are pictorially poetic...double trouble!

ds said...

Gorgeous. Thank you.

Terresa said...

Oh, Ruth. This is heaven in a poem (and picture).

Divine.

Happy weekend.

freefalling said...

"The wind
blows
dirt from your head."

I like that bit.

M said...

I loved, loved, loved this post: the marriage of poem and photo=just perfect imagery for spring days like today.

Mary
Flat Rock Creek Notebook

Marcie said...

Said with such beauty and grace. Even with nothing at all to say..you've said it all.

Jeanie said...

Yes, oh yes! And you can say a LOT with just a photo! Especially if it's one of yours!

Ruth said...

Hi there, Vagabonde, it's spring. In Michigan the temp goes up and down. It snowed a little today. But still the green leaves are tipping, and yellow is everywhere.

The green leaves in focus in the photo are iris. Oh, I love them.

Ruth said...

Cusp, you are very kind. It makes me happy that you like the pairing of a photo and a poem, which I began doing a couple years ago, after realizing I didn't have to choose between writing poetry and photography - - I could combine them. Wherever inspiration comes from, it is originally from Love.

Ruth said...

Brenda, you said it well. An opening happens. Everything is connected.

Thank you.

Peter said...

I don't know if you consider that your height is yet enough, but you are certainly worthy of our very best attention!

... and the perfect spring picture! (Of course!)

Ruth said...

Barry, I'm glad to hear it. And please please please change from your snow header! :)

Ruth said...

Cathy, it's true about guiding or distracting. My poor students were distracted when it got so nice and warm. But then it got very cold, brrrr.

I hope you can rest up this weekend, after helping your son, and before a busy busy week. Take breaks, pause, breathe, my dear.

Ruth said...

Ellen, I wonder what it is, Life. How does it know what to do?

Ruth said...

Bella, utterly.

Ruth said...

Loring, I love "Trucks Enough." Inge and I were talking about how motivated we are to write poetry - way more than normal. It's like NPM has energized the air.

Write on, McDuff!

Ruth said...

Babs, thank you. :)

I wish I had started a glossary of British terms when I began blogging. Oh, and Australian ones too. I wonder if some of those overlap, I'm guessing they do.

Ruth said...

RoSe, maybe we're on a similar spring time line then. The mini iris are budded here, but these bigger ones are as you see. We had very warm weather for a couple weeks, but now it's back to seasonal, which is good because the flowers will last longer, and take longer to open.

(Ohhh, Ashland. I miss it.)

Ruth said...

Thanks a lot, ♥ Kathy!

Ruth said...

Thank you so much, Arti, your encouragement means the world to me.

Ruth said...

Maggie, well thanks. This is the time of year I can hardly even listen to the news, I'm so overloaded at work.

Ruth said...

Dutchbaby, I have a little flower bed by my studio that is out of sight of the house. I forget about it sometimes. I have to go pay attention, so much is coming up! (Including weeds, which I didn't finish cleaning out last fall.)

Ruth said...

Violetski, we wait so long, we Northerners. And I like it when it stays cool, prolonging spring flowers.

Ruth said...

Stacie, thank you for your kind comment. I liked picturing the grains of dirt on new shoots.

Ruth said...

California Girl, . . . Ahhh-men.

Ruth said...

Thank you, Susie Q, but I wouldn't mind if you thought it was humble. I might kinda like it.

Ruth said...

Hey there, Stig! (Ever been called that?) I'm so happy to see you again. And thank you for the anniversary wishes. I am proud that Don has not given up on me yet.

Ruth said...

Hello, Patricia, you are way too kind, but thank you.

Ruth said...

Thank you, dear DS.

Ruth said...

Terresa, thank you so much. You and I have simple taste for heaven, I think. No gilt and pearls for us.

Ruth said...

Thanks, Letty Girl.

Ruth said...

Mary, you are very kind. I find simple pleasures the best. But sometimes I do get too wordy.

Ruth said...

I appreciate your kindness, Marcie, thank you.

Ruth said...

Thank you, Jeanie. Sometimes the landscape is so big, we don't see the small things.

Ruth said...

Peter, you are kind, thank you.

I know we will soon have a bigger variety of blooms, as Paris does, but we will never have all the parks. I miss them now.

Ginnie said...

After one of the more hard winters of late, Ruth, I think poetry abounds everywhere we go these days! Thanks for adding your voice.

Ruth said...

Boots, you make a good point.