Sunday, December 12, 2010

Sunday Morning Poetry

image by Tara Holland, 2009

The Lady in the Looking Glass
Her mind was like her room,
in which lights advanced and retreated,
came pirouetting and stepping delicately,
spreading their tails,
pecked their way;
and then her whole being was suffused,
like the room again,
with a cloud of some profound knowledge,
some unspoken regret,
and then she was full of locked drawers,
stuffed with letters. Like her cabinets.
~ Virginia Woolf

Sometimes prose is pure poetry. You can purchase this marvelous image here.


Vaidya_Vaakya said...

Ephemerality of the self.
I guess everyone has them. Some more and some less. Cabinets.
Thanks for posting this.

Jennifer Richardson said...

...locked drawers
and cabinets.

S. Etole said...

I like this ... the drawers and cabinets and letters.

smith kaich jones said...

we spend our lives looking for the keys to unlock those drawers, when all the time we could just take a hammer and bash them open.


Jeanne said...

Much love and many hugs on this Sunday and always
Merry Christmas my friend

Marilyn said...

The images here today of locked drawers and the lady in the looking glass. Thanks for all you share!

beth said...

i love that really a lot !!!

Yolanda said...

I really like the poem and the meaning behind it. I also like the look of your blog with the white background. I find I always go back to this on mine as it seems to make the pictures pop more.

suzyQ said...


i always adore your Sunday morning poetry posts... so refreshing!

Derrick said...

Such deep and complicated creatures, aren't we? Nice poem, Relyn.

The Hausfrau said...

Lovely, and definitely pure poetry.

Suz said...

I have many such drawers
What a great poem you picked

Ms. K @ Write On Thyme said...

Hi Relyn,

I've been trying to read more poetry lately (both for my reading enjoyment and for my writing) and I love that I can come see you and then get all three! Thank you for this. I must read more of her. See you next weekend!

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