Only a beige slat of sun above the horizon,
like a shade pulled not quite down.
Otherwise, clouds.
Sea rippled here and there.
Birds reluctant to fly.
The mind wants a shaft of sun
to stir the grey porridge of clouds,
an osprey to stitch sea to sky with its barred wings,
some dramatic music: a symphony,
perhaps a Chinese gong.
But the mind always wants more than it has –
one more bright day of sun,
one more clear night in bed with the moon;
one more hour to get the words right;
one more chance for the heart in hiding
to emerge from its thicket in dried grasses –
as if this quiet day
with its tentative light weren’t enough,
as if joy weren’t strewn all around.
– Holly Hughes, Dancing with Joy: 99 Poems
Notes:
- Poem Source: Thank you Whiskey River
- Photograph: Hazy Day by stickerbandit via A Journey of Words
- Holly J. Hughes Bio
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Thank you for sharing.
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Beautiful start to a Sunday morning, thank you for posting. Namaste.
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oh, i like this!
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So great…I agree Rajiv.
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A lovely poem, pal, and right now our joy is strewn around in the form of tiny flakes, another 6″ of them at least. Practicing my yoga breathing and Zen thinking. Ommmmmmm
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Wow, 6 inches. Don’t think we had 1″. sorry to hear that Lori. 12F and blustery. Feels like COLD.
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Oh yeah, and we’re apparently just getting warmed up. Slated to have another 12-14″ on the ground by the time this little ‘snow hurricane’ blows through. My husband just weeps softly as he walks toward the snow blower… 😉
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Wow. Texas lookin’ sweeter by the day?
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As a matter of fact….
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just one more….do we ever ask for less? or even appreciate what we have–there is a lesson to be learned here
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Yes…
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So reflective of my state of mind this frigid morning..just one more. Of anything. Of everything. Of color or light. Warmth. Hope. Just one more
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Just warmth. That’s it.
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My, we’re difficult to please, aren’t we?
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We are. We are.
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Just one more…osprey to stitch sea to sky. Beautiful.
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And you know, I saw/read osprey, and immediately thought of you.
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Thanks for sharing Margot.
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🙂
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Love this…and I have that book, Dancing with Joy. I have quite a few of Roger Housden’s books. I learned of Mary Oliver from his book of poems, Risking Everything, which I bought many years ago. If you don’t have that one, David, I would highly, highly recommend you take a look. 🙂
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Thanks Carol. I’m off to get it now. Thank you. Dave
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You will love it…I have no doubt about that. It’s a beautiful collection of poems.
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Beautiful…
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Thanks for sharing Carol.
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Beautiful indeed!
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Divina foto
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é. obrigado.
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each day’s joy is truly enough.
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Jiminy crickets..you have done it again. Timely, so timely this message. I read it at least 3 times now..exhaling a little bit more with each one. I will read a few more times…
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So glad Bonnie. The poem and photo did the same for me…and repeated readings.
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