Thursday, October 22, 2009

Intricate as a Fugue

Wow - what a day. Sure miss servers when they are down! In the world of tech support, especially.

No news to report on the "situation" - I did get a long letter from daughter yesterday, though. Predictable, sad. She sure knows my buttons. I'll breathe deep before replying.  She did request another copy of "rescue this child" poem - I can do that, easily.

Syd's recent post about Beauty prompted me to share this poem here that I ran across in 2005 while husband and I were in the mountains of Texas, and that I have been thinking of lately:

Ars Poetica of a Desert Dweller:

Soon I'll be speeding
Through a cement-sliced canyon
towards wages and work, a steel key turning
In a steel lock, but first I

stop
on my way to the car
and kneel
the better to see a needle-misted cactus

among broken rocks
crowned by a ruby-petalled star
smaller than a fawn spot,
intricate as a fugue. Tiny Flower,

fleck of fire, beauty indifferent
to indifference, teach me.

~ Laura Long

8 comments:

Gin said...

"...beauty indifferent to indifference...". That is one of the most beautiful lines I have ever read before!

Mom of Opiate Addict said...

That was beautiful. Your daughter is so lucky to have you as her mom. I hope the sadness lifts some for you soon.

Syd said...

Thanks for sharing the wonderful poem. I think that so many things are indifferent to their beauty too.

Barbara(aka Layla) said...

Lovely poem! Hope you have some time to unwind and enjoy the weekend.

Lou said...

Breathing for as long as you need before writing a letter is an excellent idea.

Athena said...

Yep... still breathing

Fractalmom said...

you are so upbeat!! my song...and this will NOT come as a shock to anyone who knows me....

Green Day, Boulevard of Broken Dreams....

my favorite line.

I'm walking down the line, that divides me somewhere in my mind, on the borderline of the edge and where I walk alone.

Read between the lines, what's fucked up and everything's alright, Check my Vital Signs and know I'm still alive and

I walk alone.

uh huh uh huh uh huh

I walk alone,

Cheri said...

Athena,

Dropping by to let you know we're praying for you and your daughter, and that we posted something at the Glass House blog yesterday that might encourage you. We also shared your blog for prayer purposes. You can read it here: http://glasshouseministries.blogspot.com/2009/11/breathing-life-into-dead-places.html

Hugs,
Cheri and Wayne