Julia writes – “…the page is a cool cave of consciousness, somewhere to both meditate on life and savor it.”
Garden Reprieve
I stretch out on quilt unfolded at farm
Toes tickled by tall grass rustled by wind
Sultry breeze caresses both lazy arms
Leaf loaded trees give shade, swaying they bend
Sweltering air makes breathing a struggle
Sweat trickles down spine soaking through t-shirt
Rousing from rest I leave restful snuggle
I watch as children pull weeds from the dirt
Another gust stirs playing across my face
Kissing my forehead with divine relief
Inhaling deep I sigh into cool grace
Enjoy the moment although it is brief
I lean with longing to remember June
Humming a fetching memorable tune
--Nancy Kourmoulis
So I practice living my life and writing it. I carry my notebook wherever I go since the words dance through my head as I go about living. Julia’s words ring true for me…
“Observed closely enough all of life is interesting…Observed closely, small moments have large impact.”
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HCB Book Club Posts
Laura's Wanted Friendly Reader
Glynn's The Practice of Writing
LL's Julia Found Words for Me
Marilyn’s Sweeping
Cassandra’s Like Water on a Stone
Lyla's On Coffee and Caves
5 comments:
I love those pink toesies! Your photo invites. I think I'm ready for a bit of this kind of practice today.
:)Laura
"I lean with longing to remember June."
That was the perfect part of the poem for me. :)
I love the pink toesies too! That picture is delightful.
I, too, found Cameron's encouragement to observe, be involved and capture the details inspiring. It doesn't matter whether we know how or where it may be used. The exercise strengthens the writing muscle and, more than that, the AWARENESS muscle.
Thank you for capturing the specifics of a quilt-on-grass day. I went there with you and the line "I lean with longing to remember June" was full of meaning. We wait for June and then it flies fast by. - MARILYN
I'm with Laura and Laura.
Pink toes on a blanket, next to the book. There's something about that which says summer like nothing else.
The paying attention, this is where we see how the ordinary is anything but.
You do that so well, Nancy.
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