Wicked storms blew through
trees down
power out for twelve hours
One result, from the fridge:
My husband calls it
'the original Cubism'
xx
Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke
Your husband's commentary made me giggle. :)
ReplyDeleteGlad your power is back now! The wind was howling through here last night, but we never lost electricity (much to my daughters' disappointment).
When life gives you storms, make sculptures! It's pleasing, this cubism!
ReplyDeleteSuch a clever comment. The picture is great too, as though he is looking down contemplating the sculpture in his hands.
ReplyDeleteJust want to say I picked up The Boy on the Porch and cannot put it down. My students want to steal it from me because I keep sharing snippets. They are huge fans!
Reminds me of our 1998 ice storm to remember... or forget. 9 days, no power! That put us in our place. The fridge was dry, but the outdoors looked like this. Once in a lifetime, please.
ReplyDeleteOuch! It looks like someone took a bite out of it. Shouldn't be hard to find them. They're likely missing some teeth.
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