Remember those small books I featured three posts back? I decided to use one of them as a daybbook, to accompany the larger, exquisitely beautiful one given to me Carole Bessant Haymon. The little books seemed perfect for a daily renga-like record or meditation, so I began this morning.
This is my bedroom window, with my little notebook waiting on the sill.
Here's the first entry. Don't worry, I'll type it out for you, too, since my handwriting is so awful.
Rain falls freezing into
a shawl of
silken crystals. Shining.
The second part, on the next 2 pages, in two lines, is cradled in my lap.
Gray limbs stare
at me through the window.
And for my final entry of the day, this momentary conclusion:
What now? they ask.
I strike a match
and kindle the stove's fire.
Anyone interested in trying this? Using such a small space really focuses your attention. To the first poets who respond with a three part Renga, I will mail them one of these handmade books!
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