Monday, March 31, 2008

merciful blues II

merciful blues hum quietly
as twilight descends
onto the fields of solitary honesty
thin places of barren confession
of loss and empty denial

merciful blues grip tightly
as light fades
into shadows of kneeling contemplation
where prayer feeds breath
cupped in
hand clasped loneliness
merciful blues settle
in the stillness of the notes
blanketing the air
whispered admissions of the heart
confessions of tender remorse

music beyond words
echoing forgiveness


Open Grove Claudia said...

What a gorgeous photo! I absolutely love the color blue. I was told recently that blue = creativity. I thought that was odd because so many people use the word "blue" for sadness or depression. maybe sadness and depression are a lack of creativity?? ;)

Happy Monday!

Under there... said...

You take photos and put them with words like Bono does words with music. Thank you. This wonderful!

Charles LeBlanc said...

Jesus visited me a couple of weeks ago.

Come to my site and pray.

Carmi said...

As I read your poetry, I looked deep into the photo and saw shades I had never seen before. I'm going to go outside tonight as the sun fades and try to capture it live in my mind's eye. Thank you for the inspiration. You seem to do that regularly, and I appreciate it.

Jane Poe (aka Deborah) said...

I love the rhythm and emotion of this poem. xx, JP/deb

Charles LeBlanc said...

You made my blog...Can you find your picture???


Awareness said...

Claudia....I think blue and the blues, though not the debilitating kind, is a good place to find your creativity. It's always been the therapy needed for me to try to figure it expressing through writing or painting or even rearranging my living room!

Tim....thank you. I had originally written this poem last was much shorter. So, I decided to play with it a little more. I'm still not sure about it, but will continue to tweak it. A friend had written the words "merciful blues" in a comment way back when and I liked the visual of it......pictured it as the feeling we sometimes have during twilight hours. I took the photo last year when I originally wrote a version of this poem... purposefully tried to capture the last vestiges of twilight. It was taken from my front yard looking over towards my neighbour's house. They have a few trees on their property that always sustain me with their colour in fall, and their majesty in the summer.

Charles....I suspect Jesus hangs out with you often. Are you kidding? He'd be crazy not're everywhere He wants to be. :)
Great photo on your blog....kind of spooky.

Carmi. you always leave the nicest comments......and they inspire me to go out and see the world through my eyes and yours. thanks.

Deb. thank you. it wasn't one that came easily, which makes me think it needs work. :)

Charles......GREAT collage/montage! I see me in the corner of the pic. And I see you have Jamie front and centre!
You should show George the photo. It would make a great promotional poster for fundraising.

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Dana, my dear....
I hope you are okay..It has been a while since you posted and I am just a tad concerned...Maybe you went off on a little trip...Well, just wanted you to know I am thinking of you and hope you are okay.