Sunday, September 23, 2012

Distinguishable Outlines

Sunday Wordle -September 23, 2012 
Distinguishable Outlines  by Teri. H  Hoover


Within the eye of the storm, I linger.  In the husk of ashen twilight
where damp bolts of emotion lean into each other. 
 
We stand in bundles.
Like fabric before it's cut.

Not trapped, but waiting.

Tears, gently folded into the corner of a kleenex.
I stand. The storm comes in, ripping at the seams.

Shook to the core, we remain- this bundle.
Leaning into the storm, that climbed and claimed.



Sunday Wordle- the words are:damp, trapped, husk, shook, bring, corners, bundles, climbed, bolts, storm, remain, ash

Notes: This poem is in honor of a dear friend who died last Friday.The post below is from my photography blog and surrounds my poem with a cushion of words and images.

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Distinguishable Outlines

This post is dedicated to the remembrance of a dear friend, who passed away on Sept 15. Her funeral was today. Rest in peace Grace-

In the dusk before the day, I carry a basket of paper to the alley for trash pick up. There. floating through my head, I catch this thought:  "I am walking too close to the overhang of the garage." Too close, to the potential September spider webs, of southwest Virginia.  I veer away from the garage, toward the dying tomato plants. The unproductive, dying, tomato plants.  There is a thick fog holding up daylight, and spider webs, and dying tomato plants. 

In the dusk before the day, I wonder if there is a word for morning dusk.

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It is now evening, I come back thoughts left hanging in  astronomical dawn,  or more correctly, astronomical twilight. Dawn- of course, the flip side of dusk. Who knew? Twilight happens in the morning too.  All my deepest thoughts, tangle into those who have pondered longer, and more intensely than I.  The most illuminating line was this sentence, "For a considerable interval after the beginning of morning twilight and before the end of evening twilight, sky illumination is so faint that it is practically imperceptible." 

Why are thoughts about things that are "practically imperceptible" a comfort for me today? Talking about the funeral would be just too hard.

I ponder that I have been away from my blog for awhile, again. I am not remorseful. I may have been remorseful yesterday, but not today. 

I find comfort in this writing. Like a quilt, we create a place to find warmth. Although I write from this place of sadness - I also am filled with a calm. It could be a numbness, but I think it is calm. I think of my friend and know her faith has brought her home.

Life happens, in the bright sunny spots and the twilight. We find ourselves, veering away from possible unseen spider webs, toward dying tomato plants. We find our distinguishable outlines, as the sun comes up. There is grace all around us.




Distinguishable Outlines by Teri H Hoover

Within the eye of the storm, I linger.  In the husk of ashen twilight
where damp bolts of emotion lean into each other. 
 
We stand in bundles.
Like fabric before it's cut.

Not trapped, but waiting.

Tears, gently folded into the corner of a kleenex.
I stand. The storm comes in ripping at the seams.

Shook to the core, we remain- this bundle.
Leaning into the storm, that climbed and claimed.



Sunday Wordle- the words are:damp, trapped, husk, shook, bring, corners, bundles, climbed, bolts, storm, remain, ash


It was a spectacular day. My friend Grace's favorite kind of day.
Can't you see her pedaling along that path?




Remember to love, breathe and love. Oh and buy lots of fabric
xoxo teri
  
Easy Piecers Quilt Group- January 2012- Our last group photo with Grace...

                                                                                                                            





Rise, Set, and Twilight Definitions  are from the Astronomical Applications Department, (The United States Naval Observatory (USNO)3450 Massachusetts Ave, NW, Washington, DC 20392-5420) The U.S. Naval Observatory computes, from fundamental astronomical reference data, the position, brightness, and other observable characteristics of celestial bodies, as well as the circumstances of astronomical phenomena.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Through the Exterior


Sunday Wordle -September 17, 2012
Through the Exterior by Teri. H  Hoover



In this silent longing, peering
through layers,
the silhouette of the artist emerges,
drawing.
Color saunters in,
like a lyric
written for a lover. Winding its way
around the heart.
Rich tresses, of intimate buoyancy,
desires exposed, in a sensuous lift.
Iterations of alliteration, begin to bend and break.
All that reining in with measured living,
Slips away with one simple touch.


A wordle challenge from Walt Wojtanik:
From the thirteen words, choose one word to use as a part of your title. That word becomes your “theme” for your wordle.
Using the “other” twelve words, craft your wordle poem.  The words  artist , sensuous, lilting, rich,exterior,silent, silhouette, color, saunter, lyric,  peering, alliteration, tresses

Notes: Firstly- I am using a tablet (not my laptop) to write and post this. I am unsure how this piece will format. We will see. I am away, visiting a friend and considering how to best pursue all things creative, this piece came to life.



Sunday, September 02, 2012

The Reluctant Bow

The Reluctant Bow by Teri H Hoover


Tied up
in their stunning hubris, gassed into
a smooth and subtle knot,
obscuring evidence of struggle.

Avoidance of direct routes.
Witty white
lies
all around creating drag,
like riding in second gear.
 

Tied up
bedraggled -melodramatic in their blinded eyes.
Thread bare and tattered.
This drowning occurs in plain sight.

Bell tolling
for the deaf. 
They fall
into his closet
of invisible clothes-
again.

Tied up
consumed in the dance of laughing lies.
Shielded inside the knot
Number nine repeats in the background
Even as death
ties another knot.

I shift further away.







This weeks words:bare last gear final evidence refresh gassed smooth number white shift nine