Today, Margaret at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads introduced members and followers to several of Maria's Visual Poems with the challenge: watch the video clips, hear them well, live in the moment, write what comes to you.
I couldn't quite live in the moment as Margaret suggested. The visual poem that called to me began with the scene below, because of a dear friend from school days: a talented quilter, seamstress, and photographer, who lost her sight last year to a disease called temporal arteritis. She and her husband also live on a farm, where she is still able to garden, and I can't help thinking how she would have enjoyed Maria's fiber art and her visual poems.
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"Pieces of Myself, In the Wind"
by Maria WulfFull Moon Fiber Arts |
in the outdoor air
in winter or spring
when it's freshest,
the quilt will come in
with the air in its skin
and breathe the outdoors
to your dreaming
Kay Davies, November 1, 2013
14 comments:
Oh, Kay. This is exactly what I meant. Perhaps I will go change "in the moment" as I really meant listen and let your mind wander.
Succinct, yet brings back so many memories for me. (my mom and grandmother both hung everything on the line (my mom still does).
Oh, so beautiful, Kay, the quilt, the hangig it out of doors to freshen, and, especially, that it will "breathe the outdoors to your dreaming". I so wish I still had one of my grandma's quilts........I am sad your friend has lost her site, a huge loss......but am glad she still gardens. Good for her.
How true Kay! The whiff of goodness that envelops when using it after airing is such a joy! Wonderful observation Ma'am!
Hank
Beautiful expression and words. I read it and can feel the cool quilt. Lovely!
Yes! "the quilt will come in
with the air in its skin
and breathe the outdoors
to your dreaming" Perfectly said, Kay! I can nearly feel that breath...the cool quilted skin!
Hari OM
...sigh.... &*> YAM xx
Nice dedication to the friend, Kay.
the quilt will come in
with the air in its skin
I love this, Kay, for its meter and jolly rhythm, as well as for the thoughts contained.
i love the last two lines:
"and breathe the outdoors
to your dreaming"
i'm glad your friend can still work in her garden. my father-in-law is losing his sight due to macular degeneration. he is very brave about it. sounds like your friend is, too.
Fantastic closing lines...Quilts do trigger fond memories....so nicely said....
I love to breathe in the outdoors from clothes hung on the line...beautiful Kay
I love to bring in fresh air from clothes hung on a clothesline...wonderful write Kay!!
Beautiful Kay! I need to write mine again~ YOU nailed it :D
i want aired-quilt dreams.
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