“I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.”
~ G. Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
Tag: Susan Licht
suburban dream
passage
“…I have to admit that I’ve … always felt burdened by nostalgia, by a desire to stop time, to recapture things that have been lost. A sense that everything, absolutely everything, is on a journey from which there’s no return.”
~
make hay..
while the sun shines
a day of warmth and sunshine
rare for January
the new year has just begun
tired from the busy-ness of the holidays
every bit of extrovert-ness mustered
has been used up
(exhausting for an introvert)
wandering alone around this farm
a breath of fresh air
before my hibernation begins
to sort things out
to accomplish some goals
to start on a couple of projects
to try something new
(in March I will be spending a week up at Maine Media College, participating in a workshop led by Cig Harvey)
Is it possible to teach an old dog new tricks?
I’ll let you know come April
winter shadows on the table in the hall
I hear the quiet
in the dark
and smell the warm sunlight
dancing across the wall
I see the crack in the jar
where the cover doesn’t quite fit
I feel the chip in the wall
in the shape of a ragged heart
I taste the offering of sweetness
waiting on the table
I think
this is me
my self portrait
Licht Years 