Thursday, March 02, 2006

GRAPE!

Little decided I have to update my blog, so here's a new post... Ummm nothing new, I'm watching Smallville which smells.

It's Lent - what are YOU giving up?

I actually have NOTHING to say... so read some poetry

The Sea Anemones
Gwen Harwood

Grey mountains, sea and sky. Even the misty
seawind is grey. I walk on lichened rock
in a kind of late assessment, call it peace.
Then the anemones, scarlet, gouts of blood.
There is a word I need, and earth was speaking.
I cannot hear. These seaflowers are too bright.
Kneeling on rock, I touch them through cold water.
My fingers meet some hungering gentleness.
A newborn child's lips moved so at my breast.
I woke, once, with my palm across your mouth.
The word is: ever. Why add salt to salt?
Blood drop by drop among the rocks they shine.
Anemos, wind. The spirit, where it will.
Not flowers, no, animals that must eat or die.

*tear* God, I love that poem.

peace, love and mungbeans
Dani xxx