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.

17 comments:

  1. May your friend Grace be resting in peace and making more quilts in her Heaven.
    Sorry for your loss Teri. You have written such a beautiful tribute to Grace here. I can see her on that road, yes.
    Such a gentle, reflective, and loving post.

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  2. I really liked 'fabric before it's cut' - such a true-ism.

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  3. Oh my goodness. There is such beauty in your post, Teri. You shared a piece of your soul today, thank you. My favorite phrase is "where damp bolts of emotion lean into each other." Wow! I'm sorry for your loss. Writing is cathartic. I'm glad you are here.

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  4. I am so sorry for the loss of your dear friend. Your poem is a lovely and loving tribute. I felt your pain in your words. Each line is packed with so much emotion. "Where damp bolts of emotion lean into each other" is really spectacular. Thinking of you.

    PS - No poem from me this week.

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  5. Wishing you peace and light in your sorrow. I am sorry for your loss. Beautiful poetry has resulted from your pain. I hope it was somewhat cathartic.

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  6. I love the imagery of bolts of fabric, standing strong and still, quiet, waiting to be cut, quietly crying and leaning into the loss.

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  7. Storms climb, storms claim...and we pick ourselves up (or something greater than ourselves picks us up)...and we go on.

    A Little Whirl

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  8. I really liked what you did and throughly enjoyed your post...is it calm or just numb?

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  9. ...writing eases the pangs, tugs, nudges. Hopefully soon enough the fond memories will bring smiles and the grief will be ash in the wind. Extending hugs...

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  10. Teri - you've written eloquently as always and in your loss expressed such beauty and poignancy for your friend Grace ... yes, I can see her pedalling on the path in your beautiful photo ... I'm sorry for your loss.

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  11. Niether calm, nor numb. Both speak of a certain stillness. You have not been still, but gathering heart felt words which you have stitched into a tapestry quilt for your friend. And I dare say, she knows she is loved and remembered. Thank you for sharing these moments with all of us.

    Elizabeth

    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/09/23/darkening-echo/

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  12. Truly lovely tribute, Teri. Your friend must she was loved and cherished. Beautiful. I am so sorry for your loss.

    Pamela

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  13. I know of what you speak.....i lost my mom, dad, and sister within a decade......the feelings after a loss are always appropriate, no matter what they are....just accept and go with it....the emotions flow and wane....(my sister's name was Grace)....

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  14. Wonderful imagery and a fine tribute to your friend.

    Anna :o]

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  15. A beautiful poem and a wonderful tribute. That first line so grasps the attention.

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  16. A tribute filled with beautiful writing and caring. I am sorry you lost someone so close.

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  17. Heartfelt words...I am sorry for your loss.

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