something about a grain of sand
and how the part is a manifestation of the whole
Grain of Sand
I see the pity in your eyes
when you find me here
always in these rooms
alone in a world, I seldom
Joke about being a Hermit
and, although you smile,
it is softly thinned by nodding
glint of darkness and
You are aware of the gap
and curvature at base of spine
that continues to shorten
my stature, while slowing gait
of others who walk alongside.
Yet, I accept that you don’t
understand, how easily I slip
into this chair, type a few words
and am instantly in touch
with a world beyond your ken.
Because my ‘friends’ are people
who love words, I have tasted
exotic spices of India, smelled
pale orange roses of Australia,
and walked the beaches
of British Columbia with a wild
black wolf, at my side.
You shake your head sadly, say,
“You need to get out.” And never
know how, each day, I travel
further than you have ever dreamed
Elizabeth Crawford 4/24/2017
Notes: Inspiration for today comes from Thotpurge and her often breathtaking poetry that sends my mind on scavenger hunts. When I read the above lines (from her poem Unfaithful Eyes), these words started whispering through my head and refused to be denied. I can only thank her for that. Her wonderful and often thought provoking poems and conversations may be found here:
Image is a Marc Bove design which I colored with fine art pens in India Ink. It most often reminds me of how we have a tendency to fence in our world through shortsightedness, judging the whole, by the little we see. Marc’s designs can be found by clicking on the Mandala Gallery listed just below my banner.
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Have a lovely week, Elizabeth 🙂
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I fear that many people are in touch with a world beyond my ken.
How I resonate with your words. I am a hermit too. I smiled at the west coast walking with a black wolf by your side……..I share your wonder at this blogosphere, where we travel the world through our monitors………it has been the blessing of my old age. (Not that we feel old inside, fellow wild woman.)