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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
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.
-~ Ruth M.
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57 comments:
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?
How come you seem to have such panache in everything you do ??
;O)
So eloquent
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.
Whoops..I see my typo on previous comment...
Gracefully said, Ruth.
We too are beginning to see what you had to show.
And we rejoice.
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.
New life. I love to see it emerge.
it's amazing, isn't it? beautiful.
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.
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.
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!
How beautiful Ruth!
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!
Even in your not having much to say you say so much. A treat.
I dare say they will get attention of all who are lucky enough to see them. Beautiful bokeh!
it is always so exciting, when the green shoots are breaking through.
Oh, what beautiful imagery with your sweet poem...I especially love the bit about the wind blowing the dirt off of it's head...
ahhhhhhhh
Haha! Very clever and cute!
Veri word: humbl
Nothin' humble about your poetry, my friend!
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
This way too glorious...you are pictorially poetic...double trouble!
Gorgeous. Thank you.
Oh, Ruth. This is heaven in a poem (and picture).
Divine.
Happy weekend.
"The wind
blows
dirt from your head."
I like that bit.
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
Said with such beauty and grace. Even with nothing at all to say..you've said it all.
Yes, oh yes! And you can say a LOT with just a photo! Especially if it's one of yours!
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.
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.
Brenda, you said it well. An opening happens. Everything is connected.
Thank you.
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!)
Barry, I'm glad to hear it. And please please please change from your snow header! :)
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.
Ellen, I wonder what it is, Life. How does it know what to do?
Bella, utterly.
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!
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.
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.)
Thanks a lot, ♥ Kathy!
Thank you so much, Arti, your encouragement means the world to me.
Maggie, well thanks. This is the time of year I can hardly even listen to the news, I'm so overloaded at work.
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.)
Violetski, we wait so long, we Northerners. And I like it when it stays cool, prolonging spring flowers.
Stacie, thank you for your kind comment. I liked picturing the grains of dirt on new shoots.
California Girl, . . . Ahhh-men.
Thank you, Susie Q, but I wouldn't mind if you thought it was humble. I might kinda like it.
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.
Hello, Patricia, you are way too kind, but thank you.
Thank you, dear DS.
Terresa, thank you so much. You and I have simple taste for heaven, I think. No gilt and pearls for us.
Thanks, Letty Girl.
Mary, you are very kind. I find simple pleasures the best. But sometimes I do get too wordy.
I appreciate your kindness, Marcie, thank you.
Thank you, Jeanie. Sometimes the landscape is so big, we don't see the small things.
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.
After one of the more hard winters of late, Ruth, I think poetry abounds everywhere we go these days! Thanks for adding your voice.
Boots, you make a good point.
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