Picnic in the shade

[alee_grrl]

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.

Comments

[ashestosnow]

Ah, picnic, I've missed you. :)

I Was Reading A Scientific Article by Margaret Atwood (a rather confusing title and attribution if you say it out loud) is the poem that's caught my attention this week. I love how she describes the inner landscapes inside people in a way that's purely scientific yet also magical: it's something I struggle to capture in my own work, the myriad amazing ways in which we connect when we're interacting with others and with the world, on not just macro-physical and emotional, but ethereal, atomic, subatomic levels.

And things like-- the ways in which the touch of a person's hand, or their head on your shoulder, or their breathing, can recall waves or wind or rolling sand dunes, and it's not just a romantic metaphor (though it is that, too), but a fascinating echo of this fractal universe in which everything has a degree of likeness with everything else, and-- I think she captures that so well, in ways that I can't quite, and that I envy.

[bookblather]

That is a lovely poem, and thank you so much for sharing it.

[lynnoconnacht]

Oh, that is lovely. Thank you for sharing that. ^-^

[alee_grrl]

What a gorgeous poem! I also quite enjoyed the blog post surrounding it. Thanks for sharing.