Wednesday, November 16, 2011

something hidden

A strange circle of
momentum swells in
this fruitful
gray breath.
Overnight, a cathedral
gathers.
Something hidden
reaches me:
an arrow,
praising string.

--lks 2011
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This found poem was pulled forth from Rilke's Duino Elegies, the A. Poulin translation.
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5 comments:

  1. Deepr WatrNovember 16, 2011 at 7:45 PM

    "Overnight, a cathedral gathers." What an unexpected thought.

    I like the darkness of the photo and the raggedness of the fabric. It looks as if it's been home to a mouse.

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  2. LauraNovember 17, 2011 at 8:36 AM

    Thank you. I added some blue tones to the image of the fabric. It's a picture of a scrap of burlap (I think) between the chinks of the beams of an abandoned wooden shack near where I grew up.

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  3. Deepr WatrNovember 17, 2011 at 2:53 PM

    Even more authentic!

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  4. LauraNovember 17, 2011 at 3:10 PM

    I recently realized that this found poem play I do is a kind of lectio divina. do you know that term?

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  5. Snow White ArchiveNovember 29, 2011 at 2:12 PM

    Very nice.

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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.