The ellipse.

February 22nd, 2013

Lines on a favored child.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art.

John Keats, Bright Star

There is no favorite child, only the rotation of focus. They are three suns shining in the heavens, and I am the moon that orbits them all, the ellipse of my love moving into the light of this one now, then that one, then the other, as they spin and I turn from dawn to dawn to dawn. A new splendor breaking over my horizon each hour.

8 Responses to “The ellipse.”

  1. marilee pittman says:

    I love the writing you are doing on the blog. I am beginning to think that facebook and twitter are more of a energy sucking distraction. Muriel Ryan complimented your writing today.

  2. Jenn Beauvais says:

    I wish I could quiet myself to achieve the kinds of insight reflected in your blog. I don’t pretend that I could ever express them as beautifully as you do, but I wish I could slow everything down to take things in as you do here…

  3. Corrine says:

    This is really beautiful!!

  4. Tamara says:

    love, love, love this!

  5. Lindsey says:

    What an extraordinarily gorgeous analogy. Yes, yes, and yes. xox

  6. Misty says:

    Thank goodness for writers and poets who are able to express in words how I feel. Thank you.

  7. Cathy says:

    lovely, thanks

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