Thursday, June 2, 2022

Reverence for things that move slowly

A lost bird appeared in the court and was half an hour jumping around between the spikenard. It sang a progressive note, rising an octave at a time, until it became so acute that it was necessary to imagine it.
~Gabriel García Márquez


How was your week? Time seems like it is going by quickly for me, but slowly for my dog Lucy, who is stressing out because it's been thundering this afternoon.


An ekphrastic poem today by Adele Kenny:

So Here You Are
by Adele Kenny

After Spring by Georgia O’Keeffe

So here you are—by yourself because that’s what you choose.
Whether it’s evening or late afternoon (more dark, more light)
doesn’t matter, the need to measure things becomes less
and less important. Lately, you think how life rushes
through everything—unsettled dreams and things that will
never happen again. In a week or two, the lilacs will bloom;
dogwoods will float like watered silk. It’s ironic that all

read the rest here

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Karen Edmisten has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Karen!

12 comments:

Linda B said...

It fits me pretty well, Tabatha, the growth of everything appears to move faster than I would wish. This is beautiful.

jama said...

Lovely poem, can certainly identify with the feeling of things moving much too quickly. Hadn't seen that O'Keeffe painting -- beautiful!!

Jeanne said...

I love Kenny's poem! Also, I move slowly.

Janice Scully said...

I like how Kenny has me thinking about time and how it's part of everything, measured or not.

Patricia Franz said...

Beautiful! Both the painting and the poem! I feel like I'm that age.

KatApel - katswhiskers.wordpress.com said...

The weeks and the months are again rushing by. How crazy time flies!

Mary Lee said...

Hooray for the slow. And to be like this:
"...how you, like anything ordinary, changed
without breaking."

Carol Varsalona said...

Georgia O'Keefe's artwork provides a beautiful backdrop for Adele Kenny's poem, Tabatha. It sent me into a contemplative mood. Life rushes through and I long for a slow down pace. An ekprhastic poem evolved thnaks to your post.

Bridget Magee said...

Love me some O'Keefe! Thanks, Tabatha for the moment of beauty. (And sending a wee reassuring squeeze for Lucy.)

mbhmaine said...

There's something mesmerizing to me about this beautiful poem. I love the line Mary Lee mentioned, and also the ending lines. Thank you for sharing.

Michelle Kogan said...

Gorgeous painting by Georgia O'Keefe, it feels calm and inviting, and she's a favorite painter of mine."hear the time between breaths," sounds like a good place to focus on and take things in more slowly, thanks for all Tabatha!

Linda Mitchell said...

What a beautiful poem...and the poem before it has the most gorgeous line containing the word, "stars." I am in love with both. Thank you for sharing the painting, the poem, the poet. Love it all.