Thursday, June 26, 2008
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Getting to be that time again!
hmmmmmm
Where is this place? I want to go!
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Poetry is everywhere
don't ya just LOVE what poetry can do?
About Me
- Carol Bachofner
- I was a Brownie, and now I am not. But this photo shows my serious nature. I probably was AGHAST that my mother had me wear white shoes with a brown dress and socks!
My inspiration
Winter is quiet for writing
oops! here is the poem:
ReplyDeleteCome Home to the Sea
The whole watered universe is more,
more real than cities and towns.
It’s a refuge soft as sea-smoke, an other
world beyond the hard edge
where metal twists, tongues burn,
and no one remembers the sky.
Come home to the sea
that lifts and falls,
that calls to you in the wind.
I’m the outermost house, my floors
shift with the tide, turn to sand. I’ve no doors
to shut against the wolf, to slam against the truth.
I’ve thresholds of stones, carpets of sea-oats.
My windows follow the path of the sun.
Every wall reveals new weather.
Come home to the sea,
that lifts and falls,
that calls to you in the wind.
Lift the blue coverlet, come to bed.
Feel the ebb and neap of the tide.
We’ll stare at the stars from our roof made of sky,
see the moon wax and wane, watch clouds fill with rain.
Come home now. You’re home now. Stay here forever.
Hear me whisper your name to the wind.