After rain, ideas sown In drought assemble And sprout under light. The past is perfected In darkness, in night.
Even our words, So deeply rooted In the past, are Refitted for the Future --now. Now is simply a Suture, aligning Language into More, ideas we've Never had before.
I also love "Now is simply a / Suture, aligning/Language into / More" - had to think about it a while, then "saw" it. Interesting, because for the last decades certain people emphasize so much the "now" - I love the now too, but think it could be a bit short-sighted to live only in the "now".
Nice way to describe the beauty sprouting in splendor in your spring garden. We still have snow and the ground is frozen. It will be a while before our ideas sown in drought assemble and sprout.
Enjoy your new sign of Spring and have a great weekend. JB
Blooms give evidence of the beautiful ideas that have been sown. The freshness of the world after a rain is a particular exquisiteness. Together they offer a bundle of hope.
"ideas sown In drought assemble
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I like this so much. I've always liked how fresh and vivid the world looks after a good rain.
Elizabeth (above) extracted the exact words that I love. Wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteYour garden looks fresh and new, green and bright.
ReplyDeleteI also love "Now is simply a / Suture, aligning/Language into / More" - had to think about it a while, then "saw" it. Interesting, because for the last decades certain people emphasize so much the "now" - I love the now too, but think it could be a bit short-sighted to live only in the "now".
ReplyDeleteNice way to describe the beauty sprouting in splendor in your spring garden. We still have snow and the ground is frozen. It will be a while before our ideas sown in drought assemble and sprout.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your new sign of Spring and have a great weekend.
JB
Blooms give evidence of the beautiful ideas that have been sown. The freshness of the world after a rain is
ReplyDeletea particular exquisiteness. Together they offer a bundle of hope.
I think we too, like the plants, sometimes need a gentle rain to replenish what life has gently drained away.
ReplyDeleteYour garden is beautiful