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To Mystery ~
Cloud all this knowledge from my head.
Shade my eyes, the sun is strong.
Come in here, through the back way.
Leave the front door for strangers to knock on.
You are the unknown in the known,
the forgotten shirt I found
pressed against the back of the closet
and put on, something in its soft pocket
left there sometime.
~ Ruth
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Love the bit about the forgotten shirt found in the closet. Such a beautiful words to describe the mystery of the forgotten and unknown. Gorgeous image too!!
ReplyDeleteHi, Marcie, thank you.
ReplyDeleteDo you ever want everything to go back inside and close the door for a while? Sometimes too much is revealed. :)
sighing with pleasure - this was a very image-provoking bit of writing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful to read on a gorgeous Sunday morning.
ReplyDeleteHi, Pauline, thank you. It's a dance. "Boogaloo, we two"?
ReplyDeleteHi, M. Happy Sunday in beautiful summery Michigan, thank you. Enjoy.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery, Ruth. Here's to mystery!
ReplyDeleteYes, Bella, not everything has to come into the light of day.
ReplyDeleteoh I so like this.
ReplyDeleteand with the photo, lovely.
I keep reading, soft pocket, sometime,
mystery is good.
I think there is no more beautiful word or concept in our language than 'mystery'. For some reason the lines "Come in here, through the back way. Leave the front door for strangers to knock on" really stay on my mind
ReplyDeleteDeb, I know you feel it too, the mystery in the ordinary. All that you posted today.
ReplyDeleteLorenzo, yes, and I was feeling that I sort of need to fight for it. Both for it to remain in me, and on its behalf out there. (Not that it needs my assistance.)
ReplyDeleteI love this Ruth very mysterious:
ReplyDeleteYou are the unknown in the known,
the forgotten shirt I found
pressed against the back of the closet
and put on, something in its soft pocket
left there sometime.
I have to agree with Marcie - those lines hold so much in their folds, things lost, found, desired, abandoned
Really haunting.
I love a little mystery too. I wonder what was in that pocket? And do I love mystery enough not to look?
ReplyDeleteWhispered in the yard
ReplyDeletesecrets shared with back door friends
strangers never to know.
Yes, you've said it with eloquence. That's why I love films that are restrained, scenes linked up in elliptical moments. If all things are open and in plain sight, we wouldn't have known the joy of finding, or the value of faith.
ReplyDeleteWow, softly beguiling, wonderful RUth.
ReplyDeletethere was quite a bit of time stuft into that soft pocket. Sort of impossible to say how much because it was like a movie screen with 100 thumbnail images all flashing through 5 to 6 frames per second. The wealth of information it held was amazing
ReplyDeleteHello neighbor !
ReplyDeleteMystery : beautiful in words and image.
Love the imagery in this, the forgotten shirt, especially.
ReplyDeleteAnother echo: beautiful! "forgotten shirt pressed against the back of the closet...something in its soft pocket" And the back door, and clouds, for the sun is too bright. mmm...
ReplyDeleteThank you.
I would like to imagine that the forgotten shirt is hanging on one of the lines on your wonderful "laundry joy" photo.
ReplyDeleteI like it.
ReplyDelete(it's a joy to discover a secret stash hidden somewhere, yesterday I watched the beginning of Amelie Poulain and it kicked off like that.)
Ruth, happy summer (though it's not calendar official but still, the sun and excitement of it are here.)
ReplyDeleteDidn't I love this poem...and the title which directed me, just...enough....YES!
I hope you are compiling a chapbook, that also includes your wonderful images.
PS the inspires me to think of how I love wearing my husband's shirts from time to time, his old worn ones, that even when clean still smell like him. He doesn't "get it" but he smiles about it anyway.
Ah so lovely – I like it.
ReplyDeleteGwei Mui, thank you.
ReplyDeleteAfter hearing your voice on your podcast today, I wish I could hear you read these lines of mine, with that feeling you expressed, the haunting quality. I would love it!
Maybe we should collaborate. :)
Barry, some things are better left unanswered. But many, many things are better to know. My heart is with you today.
ReplyDeleteI love that, Gemma, heart chambers opened to friends.
ReplyDeleteArti, I love that about you, something we share. Your post on To Kill a Mockingbird has me in a state of dissolving at the moment. I will get the book from the library today and add the film to Netflix to watch again.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandy, beguiling is such a beguiling word. :)
ReplyDeleteDusty, nice. I see that.
ReplyDeleteHallo en dank u, Hildegarde!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Terresa. Could be in your donation box I think. :)
ReplyDeleteDS, sweet word-spirit, your echoes are worth a lot to me.
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice thought, Peter, merci.
ReplyDeleteJoão, good one. That film is very nostalgic too.
ReplyDeleteHappy summer to you too, Oh.
ReplyDeleteOh you are kind, and your encouragement keeps turning my face toward a small book. Something to at least give family and close friends. These days with Blurb and other suches, it is easy to self publish.
Husband's shirt. Oh yes.
Merci, Vagabonde.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous imagery, Ruthie!
ReplyDeleteI like finding a twenty in a forgotten shirt pocket! ;-}
Your poetry is so eloquent and oh, the mystery it conveys! Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie. Yes! That's the jackpot. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Jeanie. I dreamt about you last night, must be in anticipation of lunch Thursday. Finally!
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