Grace of Green
(Thank you, Peter for you kindness. The princesses love seeing you!)
I don’t write lots of poetry, but when I can’t put together an essay, paragraph, or narrative to express a feeling or experince then poetry or painting works. Here’s one in honor of a generous spirit, Peter Hooten. His up-lifting nature is… well, I don’t know.
I am caught in traffic again.
Go, go speed racing,
Raging down white lined,
lonely black to trip’s final stop.
Spindly pines’ kudzu mounds blur.
Seldom has a soul stopped
to breathe the new spring air.
By the edge of the killer road
anonymous yellow wildflowers
whisper in the dewy air.
Still gripping the wheel,
I imagine I am home,
and you call me to stop there.
Listen and be still kind heart.
Feel the grace of green.
Watch the cynical fog burn-off clean.
It is the sun’s kind talent
shining down peoples’ hard highways.
Part of the journey, you say.
I still travel to the end.
Wandering, waiting for a generous spirit
to stop me again.
Hear the wind?
December 11th, 2007 at 12:46 am
Dear Your Grace, Erica,
As well wondering what figures will form in clouds, in “kudzus’ mounds”—
animal, flora, person, friend, foe, a never-before-found dream
of something to come, a seemingly drowned idea surfacing, out-of bounding.
Now content with rest nearing, a sweet nod knowing the princesses have waved a kiss and grace is everywhere, I thank you!
XXOO Peter
December 11th, 2007 at 4:17 pm
I am so glad you understood. XXOO too, erica
December 11th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
Super, Mom! I loved the line that said: anomyous yellow wildflowers whisper in the dewy air! XXXOOO Sage