Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Hidden Field

Some nameless sweetness
thumps into the palette
of my reverent heart.
Everything abides
in an extravagant,
strange apotheosis
of wonder, courting
the solitary, affirming the
heady purity
of starwort and whippoorwhill,
of sphagnum moss
and spider body.
Listen again:
a chorus of nothing
saturates the hidden field
where clouds invent breezes
and thundercolor births
its mysterious stories.

© Laura Sorrells 2011
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This is another found poem culled from words in the text of Hannah Hinchman's book on nature journaling, A Trail Through Leaves: Journal as a Path to Place. 
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6 comments:

  1. sageSeptember 19, 2011 at 10:16 AM

    It's been a while since I visited here. Your crafted words and your wonderful photos are a treat. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. LauraSeptember 19, 2011 at 10:36 AM

    Thank you, sage. I always appreciate your kind comments.

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  3. Geo.September 19, 2011 at 5:15 PM

    Ah, Sage's comment confirms my suspicion: you find the best of these "found" poems in a reliable place. Thank you for sharing this one.

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  4. LauraSeptember 19, 2011 at 10:19 PM

    So glad you like it.

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  5. ShaunaSeptember 30, 2011 at 5:54 PM

    O. so many stories may be culled from this
    secret place.

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  6. LauraOctober 4, 2011 at 5:33 PM

    Indeed. Countless stories, really.

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I live at the edge of the forest in a little town in the north Georgia mountains. I teach sixth grade Language Arts and am writing a memoir of sorts about family, spirituality, and narrative. I am also exploring a possible writing project having to do with contemporary lay contemplative experience and how it might be informed by the Desert Fathers and Mothers of early Christianity. I am a relatively recent convert to Roman Catholicism and an admirer of Pope Francis, Leonardo Boff, Joan Chittister, and Richard Rohr. I'm a Lay Associate of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers, Georgia. I am interested in indigenous cultures, narratives, and spirituality, especially how these can inform my spirituality as a lay contemplative. I write, read, take pictures, play around with creating ephemera from paper and cloth and other organic things. I cook, hike, watch wildlife, and collect random bits of interesting oddness, both tangible and abstract. I am a seer of smallness and a caretaker of ridiculous minutiae. If you want, e-mail me at riverrun67@gmail.com or lksorrells@hotmail.com.