not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

in the tide

i am trying to understand what it is that i see
why i see it
i am drawn to certain things, as you are, as she is
and so why this
why always the vestiges of what came before
is it to learn the story of without
or within

a hanger caught in the tide of history
there is so much
it is difficult to begin


  1. "it is difficult to begin" -- so true, these words, as often as I think them, are a relief to read, as written (typed) by someone else's hand.

    As always, thank you for your kinds comments on my poetry, dear Erin.

  2. your poetry, terresa, is a very special continent.


  3. it's fun to move as you move.

    i often wonder whether i ever truly understand what i see. maybe i'm looking at it the wrong way, whatever it may be. however, when i lose myself in "it" the question of understanding fades away.

    "it is difficult to begin". that first step can take years.

  4. perhaps we're only ever just beginning, only ever engaging in that first step. could that be? and so while we traverse such a large land, seeminly travel a great distance, we're gone before our foot falls. perhaps that's why we don't understand what we see. light is only just arriving at our eye. and too, we are so tied to our limited perspective. i think this is why it is so important for us to talk with one another, to go beyond what it is that is comfortable and we think we already know. i need to know how you see and he and she, or at least know of it, or i know nothing at all really.



"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))