"What do you plan to do with your one, wild, precious life?" -Mary Oliver

Monday, October 15, 2012

The Bath


A field of frost
white as your hair
covers the impatiens
and the grass and the steps
come morning. 

The migrating sparrows that blackened the sky
have sung their way home
and silent as the ground under snow
is the outdoors, yet you sing
in the bath you designed
come morning. 

You linger over your powders and ointments
and with ponderous steps walk the tile you laid
round the porcelain you set
and reach for the razor to stand and confront
the eye-level mirrors that are beveled and true
come morning.

17 comments:

Anne Gallagher said...

Gosh Yvonne, this is just lovely.

Jemi Fraser said...

You sure pack power into your words, Yvonne!

Yvonne Osborne said...

Anne and Jemi,
Thank you both so much. This means much coming from two such wordsmiths as yourselves!

Anthony Duce said...

Wonderful words as these mornings change, become so cold. The routine just doesn’t change..

Yvonne Osborne said...

Hi Tony,
You're right, the routines stay the same and I think the older we get the more set we get in our ways. All the more reason to take the new road, write a new story, paint a new scene...get out of our comfort zone! Thanks for commenting here.

Jo Schaffer said...

Mmm... I like the relaxed rhythm and imagery. (=

Liza said...

Oh gosh, this is stunning. I am there in all of it. You pared down the words and emotion so they could sit, clear and soft in a palm. Beautiful and thank you for sharing.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Jo,
Thank you sooooo much!

Liza,
What a beautifully rendered comment! "Words to sit soft in the palm." I love that! Thank you.

Talli Roland said...

Absolutely beautiful.

The Golden Eagle said...

I felt like I was looking out on a snowy field while reading this. :)

Yvonne Osborne said...

Talli,
Thank you so much!

Golden Eagle,
Thank you. That's nice.

G-Man said...

Epitaph on G-Man's Tombstone....

"He was sort of cool,
for being so stout....
But Yvonne stood him up,
for a Brussel Sprout!"

(Have a Kick Ass Week-End)

Stephanie Thornton said...

This sounds like my front yard right now, although it's a thin layer of snow and not frost. Brrr!

Lovely imagery!

Yvonne Osborne said...

G.
You are such a poet at heart! Stood up for a brussel sprout, indeed. Crazy funny guy.

Stephanie,
Thank you so much! It's great to hear from you.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

If that was outside my window I'm be more obsessed with the view.

Taryn Tyler said...

Beautiful :)

Yvonne Osborne said...

Alex,
I am obsessed with the outdoors, with nature and our fragile hold on this earth. Thanks.

Taryn,
Thank you so much!