Some days I am happy to be no one
The shifting grasses
In the May winds are miraculous enough
As they ripple through the meadow of lupine
The field as iridescent as a Renaissance heaven
& do you see that boy with his arms raised
Like one of Raphael’s angels held within
This hush & this pause & the sky’s lapis expanse?
That boy is my son & I am his only [mother]
Even when I am no one
-David St. John
I love them too much. Slash that. I don't think I could love them too much!
ReplyDeleteMaybe my favorite post ever. Love!
ReplyDeletePoetry for the eyes, mind, and spirit!
ReplyDeleteAaaaah.
ReplyDelete*Melting*
ReplyDeleteAa! My favorite kiddos!!!
ReplyDeleteI find this refreshing.
ReplyDeleteReally lovely post. Thanks, for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first started reading this I thought, "One wrote this? This is uber good. She makes writing poetry appear so easy!" (maybe I am revealing how un-read I am). But then I saw David St. John and thought "Oh, she didn't write it. But that is still pretty good."
ReplyDeleteLol! I do love writing poetry, but it's never any good :-) also, I have to give photo credit to my wonderful husband. which means I can take absolutely no credit for this post whatsoever...
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