Very nice...

to me the Holy Ghost must be in the very Tyndall effect, and you jump into its lutescent life and become golden and newly-made

amen and amen.

i have enjoyed this egg hunt you've sent us on
(and the maid looks towards the window, ignoring her lady, her smile seems to hold a secret that is out-of-doors, and we wish we could go with her and leave the lady to her written secrets)
and it's a painting with a painting in the background, i've been thinking of palimpsests lately, even though this one is an ocular one)

beside a gleaming pewter beaker of beer~

So shiny I can almost taste it...almost only because I'm being cautious...for now.

Oh. I know that cautious pleasure. Lovely, lovely this. Again. What treats you share with us. All of these words speak to me and Vermeer .... I often forget that I'm part Dutch. I feel all of it just now.

aaaaah, the light, vermeer's and the reflection on pewter, through words and pictures. beautiful and a little cheeky, c/v.

I admire in you, a broad, intricately-woven knowledge of beauty in word and image. No wonder you're able to write poetry.

Yes, everyone - light and lightness. Thank you for visiting here.

; )


(No DB, the reason I'm able to write poetry is my lack of fear and high embarrassment threshold - which unfortunately only hold for writing poetry.)

Harrumph. You're underestimating something.

Here's a premise: this lack of fear and high embarrassment threshold are possible because something *different* about the workings of your mind makes things that are fearful and embarrassing into a uniquely consonantsandvowels-ish crystalline lattice.

Yes, I would be fearful and embarrassed at handing someone a lump of dirty, messy coal. But if I put it under enough pressure and heat, I might be able to hand over a diamond instead.

Well done. Enjoyed.

Odd poem. Do you know Jane Kenyon's "woman, why are you weeping" about her rejection of Christianity? Here's a link to the poem and a discussion of the poem: http://oriana-poetry.blogspot.com/2011/04/kenyons-woman-why-are-you-weeping.html

John ~ Yes. That's a gorgeous poem. Kenyon's poems are thick with faith and doubt.

Odd? How so?