From the following poem by Mary Oliver. Poster from Pinterest.
Starlings in Winter
Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment fragmented, then closes again; and you watch and you try but you simply can't imagine how they do it with no articulated instruction, no pause, only the silent confirmation that they are this notable thing, this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin over and over again, full of gorgeous life. Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard, I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. | |
Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Starlings in Winter by Mary Oliver
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4 comments:
Love the full Mary Oliver poem!
You've inspired me, Marion. I just ordered myself the Zentangle book I've had on my wishlist for awhile. (yes, giftcards are wonderful) I'm ready to be creative!
How is your mama doing?
So excited to see a Mary Oliver poem I haven't read before...thank you!
Kelly, you're going to love Zentangles. It's perfect for doodling in front of a good movie. We got into those last year. I love doing them in my art journals along the edges. Mama's in rehab and doing better every day. I hope she'll continue to improve so she can get out of that hell-hole they call a nursing home. She misses her little apartment and her privacy. Thanks for asking. Keep praying!! xo
Chrisy, I know! It was new for me, too. I love Pinterest. It keeps me on my toes discovering new poems, recipes, crafts, etc. Thanks for stopping by. xo
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