Monday, May 2, 2011

edges

edges are my place. 
i breathe like i belong here.
i remember my selfself
here in the edge.
i grow quieter 
i grow complete.
i begin to see how it is to be
a human being. 
this muddled woman, 
of mixed up organization
of strong heart
of heat
light
and, let's face it,
longing and ardor.
yesterday was may day.
now
it's spring.

9 comments:

  1. swirling on one side, near orderly on the other.

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  2. A walk with a dog... the best edge from which to start Spring.

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  3. Hi Velma,

    So happy to have discovered your blog via Inleaf! Such lovely words amongst such lovely images! I look forward to experiencing the seasons on the East coast through your eyes...

    Gloria

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  4. thank you gloria, and welcome! i hop e you have time to look around here where i saw the first trilliums yesterday. glad you know lotta, she's wonderful.

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  5. V- great bit of photography and link thoughts - I could virtually hear Wendy talk as she merge with you. Go well. B

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  6. how much of MY longing lives in my shadow! lovely, fresh, wake-up kind of words... thanks

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  7. This made me smile.
    Lovely May thoughts.

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