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| Sun-room walls,Blacksburg, VA- April 5, 2011 |
Against the intangible
purple-blue wall
a collection of palms hold a family portrait.
They are bent in surrender holding-
Rigid lines compliant
placed by a lenient paint brush.
Just an old map faintly fading-
outlining where I used to live.
Unused blessings linger on a map without creases.
Found belonging,
and wandering is easy within the open palm.
Reaching to remember and pulling the palm close.
Dust falls as invisible grace.
Sturdy flexibility this fragile place
between
Where I was and what I am.
A photograph can inspire so much ... a poem, a memoir. Family provides such moving thoughts in the arts.
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful combination of words and a photograph.
ReplyDeleteThis post brings back memories. The wall along the stairs has always been our family portrait gallery. There were years when I placed palm branches among the frames, and they stayed there for months.
ReplyDelete"Open palm" as in palm branches...and as in outstretched arms. Here I am.