Sunday, 15 April 2012

to you, my old familiar whose heart i keep sacred and safe

i question what it means to them in the hope that it will make clearer what it is it means to me; unpick stitch by stitch the lace and the white, look for what's real beneath the froth and connotation to find somewhere along the way in our seach for a sense of permanence we invented a prescription to ease the fear of being alone. but hope crosses her fingers yet takes no responsibility; grows pretty like ivy clinging to the cracks of the stone upon which i lament i cannot write. au contraire to be clothed in skin that whispers dum spiro spero, because i do. but more....

4 comments:

v said...

for me you writing is so strong, essential and honest....still also this peacefullnes that i always feel while reading it...
...it also is so beautiful and visual...i always get visual pictures when i read your writings...
most often my "own" but now this one came to my mind:
http://www.etsy.com/listing/96101626/second-skin?ref=pr_faveitems

thank you so much for the lovely mary oliver poem you shared with me some days back!
i have for a long time been wanting to buy some of her writings and you "helped" me with finally getting it done : ) it was hard to choose just one!! i ended up with The Swan. do you have a favourite book by her?

vibeke

alvaro barcala said...

http://www.sacred-texts.com/chr/sil/scw/

v said...

thank you so much for the recipe, sounds absolutely delicious!!
i just have to look for the orange blossom water, i hope we have it here in norway : )

wishing you a good start of the new week to come,
v.

ps: i am hugely enjoying listening to your last.fm!! many new music discoveries for me there that i love. finding new music that i like makes me so happy!

Lindsay said...

This is so great. Glad I found your words.