A pencil pokes a hole into the ground. A bean seed planted to sprout.
A fertile stalk with flowers, harvests sun rays and bees, nourished they grow, progeny produces food and there's the home of the future watered with kindness of rain and teaches that care.
For me, every day is another Earth Day, but I don’t always reflect on those distant moments of childhood. Thank you for an artful poem that takes me back in time. ❤️
Dear Mary, these heavenly words... yours. Two lines catch my eye, make me gulp, the evocation of "how to write in narrow white spaces of weather, and clothes, and long days at the beach—" and then the prophecy of the last "not of skies bursting color like peaches and plums or birds’ feet on sand like the sweetness of time."
What a lovely comment, Susie. Sorry for the late reply: notifications have changed, I guess, as I didn't see this. As to the watercolors: major amateur!
Mary my dear and wonderful friend, please, no apology will ever be necessary for the length of time between responses, in my world I am forever belated xx
Such a gorgeous poem. I would love to own a collection of your poetry, Mary. This takes me back to my school days and though I sometimes refer to my childhood in the negative, your words here remind me of the simple things in life that provided comfort and joy (how hope smelled in the wood ...)
Oh, Isabelle, your tender words reach my heart. I am working on more poetry--and another is here, in case you missed it--as it was a crosspost from another site that featured me so generously: https://marytabor.substack.com/cp/160953469
“not of skies bursting color like peaches and plums or birds’ feet on sand like the sweetness of time.”
Just beautiful,Mary. I love your water colors, and that you chose Koi fish . In Japan, “Koi symbolize love, bravery, courage, perseverance .” How very appropriate. May you wrap every part of you, your kindness and compassion , love , and all of your words , in a time capsule of the heart, for your grand daughter. Sharing your living legacy in times of need. Like the Koi, you will arm her with this gift, so she may sail off into a future where all of her dreams will come true . Because that is all we have, hope, determination, and the fierce resilience to pay it forward.
A pencil pokes a hole into the ground. A bean seed planted to sprout.
A fertile stalk with flowers, harvests sun rays and bees, nourished they grow, progeny produces food and there's the home of the future watered with kindness of rain and teaches that care.
Beautifully state, Richard.
For me, every day is another Earth Day, but I don’t always reflect on those distant moments of childhood. Thank you for an artful poem that takes me back in time. ❤️
Ah ... xx
“birds’ feet on sand
like the sweetness of time.” What a lovely image — and those paintings! 💚
Oh my goodness, 💗Julie!
A beautiful poem for your grand-daughter. Hope and the sweetness of time, bottles of milk and memories of long summers, so many beautiful images.
How lovely of you, Kate. Heart to heart.
Completely gorgeous.
You touch me with two words, Alisa.
I know how much that poem means to you as it immediately took me back to your extraordinary Lifeboat essay.💛
yes, all hope for your granddaughter and her sweetness of time. (and sweetness of koi). really nice, Mary.
You are a bundle of sweetness to write this. Joseph Young.
Dear Mary, these heavenly words... yours. Two lines catch my eye, make me gulp, the evocation of "how to write in narrow white spaces of weather, and clothes, and long days at the beach—" and then the prophecy of the last "not of skies bursting color like peaches and plums or birds’ feet on sand like the sweetness of time."
And your paintings are so delightful too! xx
What a lovely comment, Susie. Sorry for the late reply: notifications have changed, I guess, as I didn't see this. As to the watercolors: major amateur!
Mary my dear and wonderful friend, please, no apology will ever be necessary for the length of time between responses, in my world I am forever belated xx
"in narrow white spaces of weather, and clothes," -- I really love this line, Mary.
Also, incredible watercolour!
Ah, so glad here, Nathan.
Your watercolors are stunning! Xo
Not in my eyes! Truly!
Oh, Thank you so, Elizabeth--though I am actually an amateur watercolorist.
Such a gorgeous poem. I would love to own a collection of your poetry, Mary. This takes me back to my school days and though I sometimes refer to my childhood in the negative, your words here remind me of the simple things in life that provided comfort and joy (how hope smelled in the wood ...)
Oh, Isabelle, your tender words reach my heart. I am working on more poetry--and another is here, in case you missed it--as it was a crosspost from another site that featured me so generously: https://marytabor.substack.com/cp/160953469
Yes I did. So lovely. Happy to read that you are working on more poetry xo
“not of skies bursting color like peaches and plums or birds’ feet on sand like the sweetness of time.”
Just beautiful,Mary. I love your water colors, and that you chose Koi fish . In Japan, “Koi symbolize love, bravery, courage, perseverance .” How very appropriate. May you wrap every part of you, your kindness and compassion , love , and all of your words , in a time capsule of the heart, for your grand daughter. Sharing your living legacy in times of need. Like the Koi, you will arm her with this gift, so she may sail off into a future where all of her dreams will come true . Because that is all we have, hope, determination, and the fierce resilience to pay it forward.
Lor, your comment sings with such tenderness. I am so grateful that you took the time to read this small post.
Thank you for this beautiful Earth Day poem. 🌏🍃🌳
OH, Jennifer, I thank you so for taking the time to read. Comments like yours make all the difference for a writer.
Aww that’s good to know! Xo
Thank you for this lovely Earth Day poem and accompanying paintings. These lines in particular spoke directly to me:
"How hope smelled in the wood
of sharp yellow pencils?"
Oh, aren't you a love! xx
Beautiful!!!! The poem and the art!
Ah, my sweet!
Lovely poem.
Oh Nick, heart to Heart!
You always evoke so much feeling and memory with your precise detail. And I love your watercolors, Mary. They're the image of your words.
Your words make my heart sing, Jay!