April 10, 2011 by elisabethbee
not knowing if i could depend on anyone else
i took up the power drill myself
to fix the rack in my
closet
after all
i’m the only one who
can fix my own heart
it’s easy to leave it
broken like the closet rack
hanging precariously
unable to sustain weight
but the sun is out
and i got email
– you thought of me from so far
away and long ago –
so i replaced what was broken with a new part
ten thousand memories flooding as
i pack up my winter clothes
take out my summer clothes
thirteen times
now this last time
in my house
up for sale
each time the same, but slightly different
i know i’m older each year
april calls for spring
what if i cast off anything worn or broken
extraneous
half my high-heeled shoes depart
keeping only what works
will i change
will it be easier to walk
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March 13, 2011 by elisabethbee
february morning
sunday rain
a week’s worth
of snow
unfixed
loosened and
unleashed
waves of
washing water
i get wet
Saturday march 12 2011
9:30 am
day-light savings time’s
overcast belies
a higher angle
unseen sun’s occluded
brightness
hope of oncoming spring
I see blue crocus in winter’s leavings
life renewed
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March 7, 2011 by elisabethbee
red light rain
late winter afternoon gray
me feeling
drained from the day
i remember
last evening
my house
our attentions aligned
your gift
bottle of red zinfandel wine
green olives
white cheese
tasted
together
now knowing
alone
our
unraveled edges need
constraining
head and heart
patient
restraining
taking time
for
convalescence’s
cure
shifting on green
world through a scrim
rain and remembrance
image of our parting embrace
what is it like
for you
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March 5, 2011 by elisabethbee
my mother’s needles
hold memories
her
now two years passed on
i learn to purl
under over
knit purl
i move these knots
casting on and off in patterns newly understood
imagined
staying up late
stitching
fabricating
inheriting yarns
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February 23, 2011 by elisabethbee
invited to the waltz
stopped in my tracks by doubt
unused to these shoes
i don’t remember where
to put my hands
or how to dance
how do i recall
what seems completely new
guide me by texture
double-breasted wool suit
pressed
lightly into silk blouse
high heels
now knowingly glide
room rounds as
we
others
tables dishes napkins glasses bottles
chairs coats handbags
all
musicians singers performers
flow
one living thing
under the
tent
in the warm electric night
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February 5, 2011 by elisabethbee
Knight’s Move Thinking
linking tangential ideas
off-putting to some
comes naturally to me.
Isn’t that where new ideas come from?
Don’t poets and artists build
bridges
between otherwise disjointed ideas
to let others cross?
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January 16, 2011 by elisabethbee
january 16, 2011
twelve past four in the afternoon
winter light leaving day
i see
my feet standing on
water streaming over
gravel driveway
surrounding mist
thousand tiny rain drops
dropping
wetting my face
hair
hands
my shirt and pants
waking me up
what was that dream of grief
i reclaim my life
now
noticing the world is still here
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January 8, 2011 by elisabethbee
Time for reflection.
Ultimately – or at the limit – in order to see a photograph well, it is best to look away or close your eyes. ‘The necessary condition for an image is sight,’ Janouch told Kafka; and Kafka smiled and replied: ‘We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.’ (Roland Barthes: Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography)
I love this post… do I write, and make art in order to forget – to clear my mind? Am I driven to share in order to forget?
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January 6, 2011 by elisabethbee
rain falls
melting
long frozen sorrows below the
snow
frost heaved furrows open
soft earth
saturated
ground
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January 3, 2011 by elisabethbee
mid-winter slanted sun
shines the north slope
clean
while
my unseen face
faces
snow
sheltered in southern shadows
clinging perfectly to the branches and twigs
frozen still
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