In trying to find my way forward, I often toil to unearth my roots.
I yearn for the lucid rays that gently light a child's view and bewitch bruises and melancholy.
If I could capture the eager wonderment which enchants dewy slugs and spins mythical spells on chaos; surely the peace would settle. At the moment peace brushes briefly; as a feather-only to flit away just beyond my fingertips.
The effortless stillness swaying easy and meekly. Sometimes frantically I try to force it's space.
I try to recall how to find amusement in every crevice and shadow. I try to dissolve scar tissue in an effort to resurface.
I clutch at fragments, hoping to piece together enough of a portrait to study.
As I chase the golden light I hope it's beams cast youth's treasure spilling gleefully against rumpled skin and spirit.
I look upward hoping to be bathed and cleansed of the scales and confusion.
And as time cruelly shows me no mercy, I hope my choices are enough.
8 comments:
Those choices...they are more than enough. Lovely sentiments and photos. Your children have the most amazing eyes!
i love your baby pictures. unless i'm a total idiot, they look exactly like you.
you are so poetic. i love the perspective you take and the words you use to express it. it reminds me not to be so sarcastic every once in awhile.
Fun post. I sure do love those babies.
Nana
Beautifully written and photographed Martha. I sometimes wish I could live in your world and see things so prettily through your viewfinder. I wish my house was as clean as yours and that I remembered to take more pictures of my kids, you are a good mom.
"If I could capture the eager wonderment which enchants dewy slugs and spins mythical spells on chaos; surely the peace would settle."
If only!
And HELLO beautiful family of captivating eyes. Wow!
Your kids TOTALLY look like you. Beautiful!
those eyes are to die for.
lovely, lovely-- you are a poet my friend.
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