Monday
Jun202011
reflection
For so long you believed you were lost,
little did you know
the chimneyed possibilities
beneath your battered torments.
Sometimes it takes the stillness
of bare feet in the fogbound grass,
the sensation of the small of your back
pressed against the trunk of a coastal pine,
or the purpling rhododendron
to fully acknowledge
what is true:
you were only dismantling
the fraudulent symmetry
of the ordinary and expected
to hear the jangled arias
of your own composure.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Reader Comments (12)
This post was magical.
Jennifer - This is amazing...these words flow so beautifully. If I read them really slowly I can almost hear you reading to me. You have a gift with words and I'm honored that you share your words here.
These are some of the most true words I've ever read:
"you were only dismantling
the fraudulent symmetry
of the ordinary and expected
to hear the jangled arias
of your own composure."
xxooxoxo
Sorry I missed you, but look forward to hearing all about it soon.
yes...i love the way you share yourself here, it's really refreshing.
This brought me to tears in a most beautiful way, especially this:
"you were only dismantling
the fraudulent symmetry
of the ordinary and expected
to hear the jangled arias
of your own composure."
love.
These words strung together are a siren's song, a journey, a map of sorts and are beyond beautiful. My words fall short at describing the magic here. This is a gift to all who come here and read them, but most important is the treasure you have uncovered in yourself. xoxo
yes.
x brooke
Oh, I love this. The imagery of dismantling...that is rich and speaks into the heart of my current situation.
Beautiful words Jennifer, I am so thankful to have met you.
Stunning. Just like you. So grateful to have met you and your lovely voice.
Love these lines:
"Sometimes it takes the stillness
of bare feet in the fogbound grass"
Miss you dreadfully!
Thank you for reading and offering such thoughtful comments. I am blessed by each of you.