Reading at Chanticleer
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
It was all patterns—the leopard chair, the stained-glass shirt, the spackle of foilage, the foilage of shadows, the bark peeling away from the meat of the tree.
In its dazzle she found calm.
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8 comments:
beautiful :)
Yes indeed. I love your way with words.
I would love to see this picture in color. It seems like it would be a dazzler.
I like the black and white contrast in the picture.
Patterns make life interesting. Your poet's eye always magnifies the particular so well in your words.
Looks like a lovely place to find oneself! Oh, give me some of that peace.
Oh. That lady there....who is she? The sepia tones make me think of an Africa I knew a long, long time ago. The lady reading reminds me so very much of my mother. It's extraordinary.
Oh, Beth. I'm looking through your posts and I keep refraining from commenting because I, quite honestly, don't know what to say. There is so much depth and meaning and so much lyrical poetry in this that it's so hard to respond, to ever say how "Oooh! What a beautiful moment"-esque each post, each snippet, is.
There is always something beautiful and peaceful about making the trip here, and I can tell you, I'm loving each post and cherishing the beautiful, beautiful words inside -- even if I don't mention it, do know that I'm always reading and marveling at what magic you can do.
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