At this age I especially love

In Writing Group we read a beautiful poem by Robert Bly ( see below) discussed it explored it, and then inspired by the lines

At This Age I especially love.... Wrote our own words.

I'll be posting their writing the Comienzos Web site.

Here's' what I wrote:

At this age I especially love

The way my daughter tells me her life over a boring bowl of broccolli.

The cold feet of my cat walking over my sleeping body

A good strong cup of coffee, sweet, with cream.

Sitting in a circle with "my men" hearing their wonderful lives.

The vastness of the ever changing sky

Singing with my friends

Fire light

Deep soul journeys with people I love and trust

Laughing till my stomach hurts, then some

Water colors, jewel colors, flower colors, sky colors, the colors of our skins

Drums beats quieting my restless mind into a wordless pulse

Knowing I am not alone but seen, heard and accompanied on this perilous and wondrous journey

Knowing for sure I can help


I HAVE DAUGHTERS AND I HAVE SONS by Robert Bly

1
Who is out there at six a.m.? The man
Throwing newspapers onto the porch,
And the roaming souls suddenly
Drawn down into their sleeping bodies.

2
Wild words of Jacob Boehme
Go on praising the human body,
But heavy words of the ascetics
Sway in the fall gales.

3
Do I have a right to my poems?
To my jokes? To my loves?
Oh foolish man, knowing nothing-
Less than nothing-about desire.

4
I have daughters and I have sons.
When one of them lays a hand
On my shoulder, shining fish
Turn suddenly in the deep sea.

5
At this age, I especially love dawn
On the sea, stars above the trees,
Pages in The Threefold Life,
And the pale faces of baby mice.

6
Our good life is made of struts
And paper, like those early
Wright Brothers planes. Neighbors
Run along holding the wing-tips.

7
I do love Yeats's decisiveness
As he jumps into a poem,
And that lovely calm in my father's
Hands, as he buttoned his coat.