Friday, February 24, 2012

Poetry Friday: Being

The woman walks up the mountain
and then down. She wades into the sea
and out. Walks to the well,
pulls up a bucket of water
and goes back into the house.
She hangs wet clothes.
Takes clothes back to fold them.
Every evening she crochets
from six until dark.
Birds, flowers, stars. Her rabbit lives
in an empty donkey pen. The sea is out
there as far as the stars.
Always quiet.
No one there. She may not believe
in anything. Not know
what she is doing. Every morning
she waters the geranium plant.
And the leaves smell like lemon.

-- Linda Gregg

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Above: John Sloan, A Woman's Work.
 

7 comments:

Philomena Ewing said...

This poem is beautiful and will stay with me today. Thanks for bringing it here.
Blessings for a Holy and Spirit filled Lent.

Sally Thomas said...

Lovely lovely!

Tabatha said...

Quietly powerful! Nice pairing of art and poem.

maria horvath said...

This is a lovely meditation for Lent.

Thank you, Pentimento.

Lydia said...

What a fantastic poem.

Irene Latham said...

I love both painting and poem, and paired, they are especially inspired and inspiring. Thank you for sharing.

Rodak said...

Wonderful piece.