Tuesday, 16 March 2010

the improbable spring (2)






(a bit at a loss for words, i hope it is not a total falling out of grace but rather a falling into the grace of silence, meanwhile the snow goes on and the spring is soft and even if i might not find ways to answer, know that, if you wish to comment, everything you say is precious to me and i am grateful that you are here)

15 comments:

  1. We can share the silence, Sun and Moon sharing the same sky.

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  2. You post dreams Roxana and I am happy to dream with you, snow or sun matters not.

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  3. Here

    Am

    Here

    Was

    Here

    Will be

    Here

    No matter

    If

    You answer

    Or not.

    These

    Vague echoes

    Of pebbles

    Dropped

    Over

    The railing

    Of

    A floating

    Bridge

    Suffice.

    It is

    Enough

    To know

    You

    Are

    There

    And

    Were

    There

    And

    Will

    Be

    There

    Floating

    In

    The mist

    At dawn

    Nothing

    Else

    Is

    Needed

    .

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  4. can there be a total falling out of grace? i believe not - and your photos seem to me to tell the same thing. hug, dear silent one.

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  5. She sat still on a chair, in a semi darkened room. Delicate arabesques of soft orange light glinted in her eyes. She was awake, but only just so. Her mind drifted into a pitilessly swirl of inchoate desires. What was it about April that made it the cruelest month?

    It was only yesterday that she noticed the snow falling on a plank of rugose wood and hiding in
    unblemished chasms. In the distance, there were children playing, arms akimbo, swaying to and fro in syncronized steps. Their voices, crisp and somehow metallic sounding, twanged in the violet air. Were they gods from another series of mental tremors?

    She longed for an auroral flame where she could warm her downy hands. The clouds formed into a
    threatening mass. She remembered the gazebo nestled in the woods and lunged forward. A sudden
    crescendi of winds conspired to drive her to that forlorn sylvan enclosure. Exhausted, she sat.
    And, with the intensity of a Bellini portrait, she saw the snow fall again.

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  6. (II)
    Frozen cold
    fleeting surface of snow -
    nearly without weight and sound,
    yet able to provide for life
    colour and hope to hold.
    Thank you for this wonderful photography !

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  7. The image is enough, unusual enough o fill the silence with eloquence.

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  8. ...ein Traum wird hell und zeigt sich klar und man fragt sich, zitternd, wird er wahr..? Nahe Hoffnung - wie unglaublich ausdrucksvoll ist doch das Bild!
    Ich grüsse Dich mit einem Lächeln, liebe Roxana!
    Renée
    (ich habe kein Blog, aber habe schon mal darüber nachgedacht, auch in die Richtung zu gehen, doch bisher wagte ich es nicht... Lieben Dank für Dein Interesse!)

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  9. thank you all, you are so incredibly kind...

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  10. ...and you are always an inspiration :)

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  11. now i see some wet greens..

    welcome to right season! :-)

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  12. in want of beautiful
    i find
    silence
    in your beautiful too

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