Thursday, 11 December 2014

nothing to show and tell
and on top of it all
upside down


Ms. said...

for you with love

a poem by james Crews

God Particles

I could almost hear their soft collisions
on the cold air today, but when I came in,

shed my layers and stood alone by the fire,
I felt them float toward me like spores

flung far from their source, having crossed
miles of oceans and fields unknown to most

just to keep my body fixed to its place
on the earth. Call them God if you must,

these messengers that bring hard evidence
of what I once was and where I have been—

filling me with bits of stardust, whaleskin,
goosedown from the pillow where Einstein

once slept, tucked in his cottage in New Jersey,
dreaming of things I know I’ll never see.

Marti said...

Yvette, to me, this cloth gives me a sense of a snowy day, soft, and the surprise of a creature coming up out of the snow. I tend to tell lots about the cloths I make by the title I give them but I think sometimes, it is good to not say anything and let the imagination tell what it sees. Me, I'm wishing for a little snow. Last year in New Mexico, we had some but so far, none this year so I like this cloth for letting me dream of snow.

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

everything is here

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

everything is here

Dana said...

This makes me think of snow angels.