Wake with the luminous moon …
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stranger’s heart. The wind tells a thousand
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Pictures cannot convey music, but canaries
still sing every morning. If we never know
streams of happiness, how will we recognize
fissures of sadness.
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Whatever your political leanings, this video is a charmer! Our son is interviewing our granddaughter. She was not coached in advance – he was responding to the fact that she lights up whenever she sees Obama on TV! BTW, this is not a political campaign on my part, just a response to your thoughts on “Out of the Mouths of Babes!” and your beautiful dVerse!
Paula, my husband and I laughed with joy. Out of the mouths of babes, indeed. Thanks for sharing this. BTW we love Obama.
The video was so cute
Loved the poem. The wind tells a thousand stories…yes.
Yeah, Paula’s granddaughter is a cutie, Bren.
ha i like the turn on the saying in the last….if we never know joy….there is beauty all around us…stories on the wind and bird song in the air….if we notice…
Children tend to remind me of the things I sometimes overlook.
This is a comforting poem, and a lovely one.
Comforting is good, Viv. Thanks.
I was loving this for its delightful child’s-eye view before I watched the video–what an adorable clip. I feel even if I hated Obama I would now want to vote for him. ;_) (I was voting for him anyway, but still.. and I have the exact same reaction to Romney.) If I had to pick one line from this, it would be the wind telling stories paired with the scouring of birds of prey.
Thanks Joy Ann, yes, that little girl could turn even a naysayer into a believer.
A delight, thanks for sharing.
Thanks for commenting, Ayala. I know you must be having a horrible time right now.
If we never know
streams of happiness, how will we recognize
fissures of sadness…yeah…and the other way round as well…
And a round it goes, Claudia.
Conversing with small children is always a delight. They hear things in the wind and canaries that we ‘elders’ do not for sure.
And they remind us to pay attention also, Mary.
Your streams and fissures illustrate the most essential of truths. Your conservation of words impresses me!
That they do, Kim.
Good questions and beautiful lines – it is hard to appreciate happiness until its loss or lack – terrible that it should be that way though! Thanks. k.
What was it the Marquis de Sade said, something about, to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice. I am paraphrasing, but it does make sense.
my machine won’t let me see the Obama video (I am guessing), but I enjoyed the poem. I find it funny when poetry and politics are mixed, though. Just shows the power of the season. I enjoyed the mixed images in the poem.
My poem is not political, or at least not my intention. My poetry buddy, Paula thought I would like the video of her granddaughter is all.
I think Claudia read my mind with her comment. I enjoyed experiencing your poem. Thank you.
And thanks for reading, Beth.
Beautiful, Pamela– very lyrical– I love the fissures… indeed. my poem for dverse up at http://parolavivace.blogspot.com– thanks for reading my piece on romney-pants…xxxj
Haven’t seen your work for awhile. Thought of you today and stopped in to your site. Very nice poem, flows nicely to the conclusion which is my favorite line: “If we never know streams of happiness, how will we recognize fissures of sadness.” Wow!
Hola, amigo, como estado? Muchas gracias.
Lov
Sorry, hitting wrong keys on phone. Very sensory work here. I can feel it through and through. I feel warmed in my brittle Chicago bones and love the yin and yang of this particular piece.
We’ll never know a strangers hart! Lovely verse to put in a poem. Something I’ve been working on!
Pamela, I am ashamed to say that I just saw that you spread the video around! Thanks for that, and I too, love the poem! It rings very true, and pairs with the video in an oblique way, but it works! To tell you the truth, I don’t even remember sending it to you, but I’m glad I did!
Paula, thanks, but I did not spread the video around.
Ah ha! Now I see that it was I who spread it around! No matter – it got around a bit, I guess. Still delights me every time I see it! I see more signs every day that I am getting old. But getting older beats the alternative, I guess!