it’s not that I’ve never
seen a walking stick,
more that I’ve never noticed
I’ve seen a walking stick—
this rising urge to watch you
tie your shoes, hold a pen,
light a fire.
June 22, 2015 by Rosemerry
it’s not that I’ve never
seen a walking stick,
more that I’ve never noticed
I’ve seen a walking stick—
this rising urge to watch you
tie your shoes, hold a pen,
light a fire.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged paying attention, poem, poetry | 3 Comments
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Success in life is founded upon attention to the small things rather than to the large things; to the every day things nearest to us rather than to the things that are remote and uncommon.
-Booker T Washington
And, by the way, I love this one. It is so purely and thoroughly you: paying attention to the miracles already constantly happening.
Yes, the attention to details here is finely spun out of the ending, but I have to wonder at the possible confusion about a walking stick as a hiking stick and the walking stick as the insect. Perhaps as simple as the title, What Else in the Garden Have I Missed.
isn¹t that a funny matter I wondered about that walking stick mix up, even wondered if I had the wrong name for the bug for a little bit there
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Monday, June 22, 2015 at 6:26 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “What Else Have I Missed?”
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