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Just sit there right now
Don't do a thing
Just rest.
For your separation from God,
From love,
Is the hardest work
In this
World.
Let me bring you trays of food
And something
That you like to
Drink.
You can use my soft words
As a cushion
For your
Head.
~ Hafiz, The Gift
After worst of weeks she put an end
to all her rum•pa•pum•pumming.
The tell-tale catatonic stare betrayed
an ocean swelling inside of her.
Time to rest the heart and stop the mind.
The wise and old familiar chair
stuffed with words to comfort her.
Poor dear... she's an artist, you see,
and was never made for soldiering.
Misfit toys sometimes get annoyed
with wounds and endless wandering.
No more fighting.
No more thinking.
An end to swan's song singing.
Just trust
and rest
your weeping head
on feathers friends are bringing.
~ SJP
(Thanks to everyone who sent Thanksgiving E-Cards. These latest cards were phenomenally successful ~ something to be very THANKFUL about!)
Image shot in my favorite antique mall in Kansas City.
Posted by vincent at November 26, 2006 05:11 PM
Where in Kansas City? The one over by 83rd and Mission? Near the fancy breakfast restaurant whose name escapes me at the moment?
Gosh, your mention of Kansas City and this wonderful photo from a shop there really, really makes me miss that city.
Posted by: Dana at November 26, 2006 06:50 PM
Beautiful poetry, Susan!
Posted by: dan at November 27, 2006 12:05 AM
Everyone I sent Simple Gifts to loved it! It was so very beautiful Susan. I am thankful for your creative spirit and friendship.
Posted by: samtzmom at November 27, 2006 06:36 AM
Beautifully written, Susan!
Posted by: jzrart at November 27, 2006 10:44 AM
susan this is such a beautiful post--
the photo--i love the romantic, vintage feel of it
the poem by hafiz--i had to copy it down, this i must remember
your poem--priceless, misfit toys--i undertand that so well
Posted by: la vie en rose at November 27, 2006 05:36 PM
Gorgeous.
Posted by: spookyrach at November 28, 2006 11:31 AM
I come to your blog with expectations of beauty and awe, I never leave disappointed.
Posted by: tongue in cheek at December 1, 2006 03:00 AM
Awesome, Susan. The photo is perfect, the poem says it all, and your piece made me cry. Well done.
Posted by: janet roberts at December 1, 2006 11:33 AM
Dana,
Yep! I shot it at that very antique market! 83rd and Mission. ha.
Susan
Posted by: susan at December 7, 2006 09:42 PM