Saturday, January 21, 2012

Claybell


This rendered clay
of bell and clapper
hangs faintly blued
by canvas in the heat:
a dome and a tongue,
silent.
The lake of its body
ripples like a river
in the light
and all the unearthly wideness
of the cloth above it
settles in its stillness.
Its voice pools up
and laps the water from
the small of my back,
a dog thirsty for touch,
a sky.

--lks 2007
©Laura Sorrells 2007
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  1. sageJanuary 21, 2012 at 2:53 PM

    Nice images in your poem and photos

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  2. LauraJanuary 21, 2012 at 6:14 PM

    thank you. this is an older thing. I'm glad you like it. I took the pictures a local farmers' market.

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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.