Glory Window in Chapel of Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving Square, Dallas, Texas
At the end of color when
trees stand
exposed bare to bark
a man feels a stark
need to replenish
by going home
To seek with kith and kin
reunion once again
At the end of color when
trees stand
exposed bare to bark
a man feels a stark
need to replenish
by going home
To seek with kith and kin
reunion once again
to search old cupboards
for secrets left therein
to ruminate in thoughts
once put aside
for things he thought
one ought to hide
To settle into introspection,
or seek lost images
in reflection
listening to conversations
without understanding
or concentration
His eye
explores each room
each shelf
where love was stored
in things so small as
the details of a dishtowel
and wonders how
designs so simple and so old
can illuminate the very
borders of his soul
© Gay Reiser Cannon All Rights Reserved
borders of his soul
© Gay Reiser Cannon All Rights Reserved
my goodness! what a beautiful shot of a beautiful window
ReplyDeletegreat poem. very well written love the first verse. it speaks the truth and the rest follow through with that thought wonderful imagery
thank you for sharing
a pleasure to read
Have a Blessed Thanksgiving....bkm
ReplyDeletelove the opening stanza. "bare to bark and man feels a stark need to replenish going home"... great lines and "small as the details of a dishtowel"... The rhythm and rhyme , the language - very well crafted from beginning to end. An enjoyable read!
ReplyDeleteThank you Hope, bkm and Helena. I wanted to "capture" almost like a snapshot the internal reaction to Thanksgiving. Going home puts you into everyone else's life but sends you on a journey looking at the things you grew up with but now with grownup eyes. Little things like embroidery done on a dishtowel by a grandmother now gone seemed to be a symbol of the things our mind explores. The time and love it took to do things like that which was overlooked when using them. Happy Thanksgiving to you all.
ReplyDeleteGay
A fantastic capture it was, it was very enjoyable to read. Have a great Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful. You capture the power that going "home" has to remind, replenish, rejuvenate. And wow, what an amazing picture.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful Thanksgiving.
abthomas and PattiKen - Your words please me as that's just what I wanted it to do and I guess it succeeded. Appreciate your coming by. Happy Thanksgiving to you both.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh... this really kindled pangs of nostalgia, Gay...
ReplyDeleteVery beautifully written!! Sometimes, the most "insignificant" details make for the strongest and longest lasting memories indeed! And they just seem to pop to mind when you most need them to!
The image is absolutely STUNNING! I wish I had come by your blog in the 5 years that I was in Dallas (till February of this year)! I would have learnt more about it from you, and I probably would have visited this chapel too! It looks soooo beautiful here! You have chosen THE perfect picture for your words of spiraling memories...
Well done, my friend!
Beautiful words. There's nothing to beat home.
ReplyDeleteWow, that is...quite an image. Round and round and up, the spiral into heaven - dazzling visual. Quite a ceiling they've got there.
ReplyDeleteAs to the poem: good rhythm and flow. A beautiful piece that dwells upon the details, stirring thoughts of rejuvenation and peace.
Happy holiday to you!
To settle into introspection,
ReplyDeleteor seek lost images
in reflection listening to
conversations
without
understanding
or concentration
The last lines might seem a negative, but in this context just point out the tolerance and acceptance of home, where you can be yourself and the endless giving of time and concentration to the outside world can stop for awhile. Very nice.
This was just super! Such a thoughtful and delicate description of the melancholy feeling that creeps in like the cold at the end of autumn. I feel an appreciation of oneself woven in your words, Gay. Nice One Shot!
ReplyDeleteand wonders how
ReplyDeletedesigns so simple
and so old
can illuminate
the borders
of his soul...loved this
and have a blessed thanksgiving gay
wow...that image help me spellbound...as always a wonderful flowing write...thanks for sharing and enjoy your holiday...pete
ReplyDeleteGood versifyin'. :)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem! As it ended "illuminate the borders of his soul" was a terrific way to end it, too. Happy Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Wishing you all the blessings of the season.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image... and great verse...
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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I love the stained glass shell. That's what it looks like to me :)
ReplyDeleteLOvely poem, I particularly enjoyed these verses:
ReplyDelete"...to search old cupboards
for secrets left therein
to ruminate in thoughts
once put aside
for things he thought to hide"
I always enjoy your poetry. In this case I am mesmerized by the image as well! Very cool
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful...it encompasses the whole feeling of going home again. The image is amazing.
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