glade within the grove
one day we will walk in the murmuring countryside
where the saints are buried in flower fields in crimson poppy
some blushing ravishing morning
crushing velvet blue sky holds us down
air we fly away
the forest is so cool on these warm days
its voices sing you to the iron grey lake
its voices suspended in birdsong and talking reeds
the drumming wing the rustle of rushes
oh everything is as it should be then
the gentle musical brooks the sleeping snake
raspberries and blackberries in the thorns
wren cowled in twig and straw
crow black against blue sky
some music starts up from long ago
an impossible l’age d’or
nature pulling all the strings
rhapsody of deepest springtime
each silver inch of it is of the very strictest beauty
yes everything unbearably holy
unquenchably sacred
unendingly gorgeous
this day must one day come while we are here
and we will live
and
really live
Some people just seem to go forth in life with simple satisfaction. I think therein lies the depression for us that live in the magic of youth, music and passion. I am all alone in my little world tonight of alcohol (sorry Steve) and memories, some so exciting! I am listening to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and playing Funeral for a Friend over and over!Linda xxx
Sounds like heaven
Wordsworth Little Flower Breaker Morant Dennis Hopper Shelleys Robert Smith Moses Jochebed Christine McVie Lady of Shalott Tennyson Adam and Eve Jesus and Maries Brontes Poe Apollo Klimt Mother Nature Freddie Mercury Adonis Aphrodite Buddha Brothers Sister Us Them
Sisters even
Absolutely stunning, sublime. Love all of it, and especially the ending, “and we will live and really live”. Magnificant stuff SK, and photo is really cool too!
xxx
I mean “magnificent”.
i find awareness walks in nature are like what you describe here
but youve got to be in the here and now (as you hint at i think), attentive solely on the step of the instance to properly notice and get in tune with the rich beauty all around which is “unquenchably sacred” and yes “unendingly gorgeous” but the wandering chattering mind will try to take us out of the moment so we just keep being alert to that and bringing ourselves back to here and now, feeling yourself conscious in the present moment, alert to all your five senses and who it is that observes them…
when i get that right i feel truly fully alive and at peace, as a universal beat of life
‘anhiliating all that’s made to a green thought in a green shade’…nuther gem mate.
…..where the saints are buried in flower fields in crimson poppy….
a good friend of ours has just passed ..he was the kind of guy who took the big risk for all of us …in this fucked up bubble ..every two weeks ..clockwork The Medicine Man has passed …im staring at the last jazz he handed me …my kidney hurts .. and i think ive got a headache..
Reminds me of Van Morrison’s, “Sweet Thing”.
I am crying right now.
Really.
Most beautiful thing I’ve ever read/experienced.
Lord, that woman is gonna be lucky.
((recovering self)) This is seriously the best poem you’ve ever written.
IT. IS. PERFECT.
OMG, I just shared it on FB and I am crying AGAIN!!
Obviously, some vital vein in my being has been tapped by this…
I’ve never read anything that has slaughtered me such (in a good way)…
You.
Are.
My hero.
I love you, Steven.
D.
beautiful
Well, after some of these comments, mine will seem a bit anticlimatic.
But, just wanted to mention that your writing brings me such peace and solace from the hectic pace of life.
You may not have thought of yourself as a purveyor of peace and serenity, eh?
Haven’t mentioned for a while how glad I am that you are on this earth.
Your Friend in Pennsylvania
(Now in Cocoa Beach)
thank you for this lovely comment MH
sk
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~Novalis
Thanks for the regular doses of healing, Steve.
watched this 2 weeks ago and it was AMAZING, my first proper west end show, and its not going to be my last, astbluoely LOVED IT , wish i could have seen it with idina mazel, and chenowerth, but the cast were awesome