Meeting Edgar...
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| 'Garden of the Gods', Colorado Springs by Edgar |
Meeting Edgar...
I first met Edgar last year, when I was living in England.
We did not meet in person but through the written word.
He pops in every now and again and like so many of you,
I enjoy hearing from him.
Edgar's 'About Me' page is straightforward.
"I am a retired physician
who likes to read books and carry a camera.
I will try to write about what I read
and share images that I find interesting."
This is what I imagine a physician would say...
clear, concise and to the point.
Then..there is the other side,
the side we appreciate in a physician, the caring,
understanding and compassionate side.
I see this side in Edgar too.
Edgar recently started a new blog,
about books, poetry and images.
He calls it simpleimages2
He wrote a poem..
WORDS THAT START WITH P
I so enjoyed it I asked if I could share it with you.
He said he would be honored for you to read it.
That is Edgar, a kind soul...
I can read it in his words.
WORDS THAT START WITH P
In June, coming home
from Erie Canal, Lockport Locks,
where the river's dream flows to the sea
nieces, aunt, uncle, parents, we
were playing the children's game-
porcupine, piano, palaces-
naming words that start with p
sing song voices, ascending and fading
the water filled and emptied,
the boat rose and fell
one sequential stage to the next
the key and lock in minutes.
Reaching home voices
voices diminished to whispers-
physics paints parallel
points-a heavenly lullaby
in utterance and sleep,
a different sound of peace.
One Saturday everyone joined
to hike a mountain. The children
leaped and climbed boulders
strewn in disarray everywhere,
hid behind trees, inside crevices,
read the rock's faces with
astonishment and laughter
cupped their shadows in the stream,
the forest more than a vast
playground they imagined.
We were old shepherds
looking for renewal of youth within
to define performance
in language and play.
Time promised us a gift-
the joy of encounter, the way
to divine the proximity,
the presence.
To say hello to Edgar.. click here.
Please tell him Jeanne sends her regards.
:)
For you..
the words of Henry David Thoreau set to a backdrop
captured one fine spring morning in England.
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| A carpet of English Bluebells..by Jeanne Henriques |
In these days in USA when one longs for the peace of sleep so might wake and work for peace the next day, this essay helps. Thank you.
ReplyDeletei thought so too Joan... xx
DeleteWHat wonderful words Jeanne... Edgar expresses himself beautifully... And those bluebells... magical... xv
ReplyDeleteMissing those bluebells Vicki...you can find them at Ashridge Estate..soon! Follow 'English Bluebell' link below my photo for details.. xx
DeleteI agree with Joan, this was a balm for me too. Thank you to you both.
ReplyDeleteYour very welcome Heahter..lovely to see your comments at Edgar's blog.. xx
DeleteEdgar has captured it all. Thanks so much for introducing us. xxpeggybraswelldesign.com
ReplyDeleteYou welcome Peggy.. xx
DeleteJeanne, thank you for the introduction to Edgar, I cannot wait to go visit his other work. This poem brought a smile to my face as it brings bak happy memories of trips camping, driving, and so many more holidays with family. The joys of being young and innocent...
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful week, and be safe on your journey to your beautiful farm.
Elizabeth
I love poetry for where it takes you...Edgar's is a classic example of that..best wishes Elizabeth.. xx
DeleteThat is amazing... I love it what a fantastic poem. Great images too Jeanne... Thanks so much for sharing.. X
ReplyDeleteYour very welcome Sarah..I imagine you know those bluebells very well.. :)
DeleteI cannot believe that those bluebells are real. There is so much beauty in England. I would probably move there in a heartbeat but my husband thinks that the sky is too often grey there.
ReplyDeleteLoree.. It's the glimpses you get in between of they grey skies, like the English bluebells that makes it all worth it for me. Scenes like this wipe away the clouds.. xx
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