Thanks to Paul – wwwpalfitness for nominating me. 🙂
Here are the rules that I copied:
Three quotes for three days
Three nominees each day(no repetition)
Thank the person who nominated you.
Inform the nominees.
Since I think some of my contacts have previously participated in this challenge (or one similar) and am unsure if some of the others would like to, I am going to depart from the nominees rule and simply invite those who visit this post to participate in the challenge if they would find it interesting to do so.
Today I am featuring quotes from the poetry of Theodore Roethke, specifically his poem Meditations of an Old Woman. You can read more about him here.
1. How can I rest in my days of slowness?
I’ve become a strange piece of flesh,
Nervous and cold, bird-furtive, whiskery,
With a cheek soft as a hound’s ear.
What’s left is light as a seed;
I need an old crone’s knowing.
2. In my grandmother’s inner eye,
So she told me when I was little,
A bird always kept singing.
She was a serious woman.
3. I see a shape, lighted with love,
Light as a petal falling upon stone.
From the folds of my skin, I sing,
The air still, the ground alive,
The earth itself a tune.