Friday, August 22, 2014

Poetry Friday

This one felt just right for this week of hours -- hours with Ramona, sisters off to college, old ways, new ways. Hours of planning, hours of remembering, hours looking ahead. Hours of excitement and memory, anticipation and wondering. Hours we've lived and hours not yet known. Good stuff, all of it. 

And thanks to for leading me to Hazel Hall.

by Hazel Hall

I have known hours built like cities,
House on grey house, with streets between
That lead to straggling roads and trail off,
Forgotten in a field of green;

Hours made like mountains lifting
White crests out of the fog and rain,
And woven of forbidden music—
Hours eternal in their pain.

Life is a tapestry of hours
Forever mellowing in tone,
Where all things blend, even the longing
For hours I have never known.


Irene Latham is pinch-hitting (pinch-hosting?) Poetry Friday today at Live Your Poem.

* "Hours" is in the public domain.

Photo courtesy of artirme at FreeImages


Donna Smith said...

Had not heard of this poet, but will look for more. I loved it. Thanks for sharing.

LInda Baie said...

I love that final verse, that mellowing of hours and the longing for those never known. How beautiful, Karen. Thank you!

Violet N. said...

What a perfect poem for a time of seasonal transition. Summer to fall always has me thinking long thoughts, like where has the time gone? And, did I use it well?

Irene Latham said...

Oh I love this! Will add this to my Soundcloud recordings. Thank you thank you!

Myra Garces Bacsal said...

The last two lines caught me most of all:
" even the longing
For hours I have never known."

Tabatha said...

One to read and re-read!

Karen Edmisten said...

So glad to see this struck a chord with others -- I think it's quite beautiful, too!

Bridget Magee said...

Beautiful poem, Karen. So glad you posted it. Thank you! = )

Karen Edmisten said...

So glad you stopped by, Bridget!