Monday Morning Musings:
“I know you feel it
The sweetness restored”
From Leonard Cohen, “Leaving the Table”
A ship sails across an ocean
crashes, in furious motion,
its treasures sink in the deep
as though asleep
while centuries creep
a chunk of bronze, fragment of the past
did it predict this future, forecast
another ship sailing through a sea of stars
carrying our past to the future
suturing time with invisible stitches?
Beings we will never know
blow forward and back
ghosts drift from stardust
near and far, they must
I think, walk beside us,
whispering in the wind
bringing horror or bringing joy,
restoring the sweetness
of what has been lost
In the year of the dotard
when real is thought fake
(so much at stake)
when false is declared to be true
and people go about life
(without a clue)
when Mother Earth vents her fury on land and sea
and like a banshee
the winds wail and roar
and as the darkness gathers and soars
and millions sit without a light
in the dark, body and souls
between the poles
of north and south
they go without.
When all this takes place
in this space
we sit at the table
thankful we are able
with challah and wine
in honey dip our apple
watch the sun and shadows dapple
as evening falls
here in this moment,
here in this place
the sweetness restored
We watch a movie about a dancer
a child who dances in the Russian snow
aglow with the joy of moving, doing, being
receiving the best training
(her parents work hard)
and she does, too
through pain of body and soul
is it worth it all?
and she struggles and questions—
technique or feeling?
finding it unappealing
tired of dancing others’ creations
she moves in a duet by the water
to find that child again,
form and feeling
to find the sweetness restored
My husband and I walk
we talk about the film we’ve seen
watch the street scenes
a pretty window and door
an urban street with more
we see nature’s destruction
turned to art
despite the ignorance and the hate
we humans love
we need to create
art, poetry, and stories
of the fantastic and the real–
the family behind us
answering their son’s funny questions
wondering will they be troublemakers
and we are partakers in this bit
strangers meeting on the street
and then we go our separate ways,
stroll a while
but we smile
the family’s moment struck a chord
the sweetness restored.
Daughter and I go to a wine festival
the autumn day disguised as summer
We talk and taste wine
and we are feeling fine
buy bracelets with literary themes
of hopes and dreams
the sweetness of wine and books
of strangers looks
(okay, perhaps not all)
we people watch as we stand in line
behind the drunk couple
the man with his roving hands
the woman who might fall as she stands
our eyes meet
standing there in the heat
no need to say out loud what we are thinking
mother-daughter interlinking thoughts
we talk of teaching
of The Color Purple and Langston Hughes
we talk of friends and we shmooze
if days could be like this
without dotards to lead
without a world full of greed
without hurricanes and earthquakes
without racism and hate—
is it too late?
if we could wrap up and hoard
all the love, the light, make the world bright
would we feel it,
the sweetness restored?
We saw the movie, Polina. Trailer here.
We went to the Heritage Vineyards Wine Festival.
I’m kind of fascinated by the antikythera mechanism.
Here is a beautiful video for Leonard Cohen’s “Leaving the Table.” This song is from his last album, made just before he died.
Every Monday morning I get carried away on your memory loop. There is always something yummy to eat, a fine art movie perhaps, family snapshots, and something new. Thank you for introducing me to the antikythera mechanism. Have a wonderful week, Merril!
That is such a lovely comment, Marian. Thank you so much! I hope you have a wonderful week, too. Book manuscript due, test assignment due, and family dinner–it’s going to be a busy week for me!
“we need to create / art, poetry, and stories” but as the Antikythera mechanism demonstrates we seem the need to create machines that help us think, that think for us… laptop computers and social media an inevitability… as is the counter balance o art, poetry and stories… the more things change the more they stay the same
I think the minds that have conceived of these devices–that I think are tools–are remarkable. I think they can help us think, and I don’t think their creation and the creation of art and poetry are necessarily an either/or thing. I think it is all part of the same process of creating–but yes, the more things change. . . 😉
agree, both creating, one which leans on the right side of the brain, the other which leans to the left, but not exclusively there. Both are necessary, both what makes us human. I was thinking about how people will complain, after a computer has made a mistake or social media has ruined an election, that they wished they had never been invented, and well, they have always “been invented” – it is a matter of learning to navigate their presence, to learn to live in both hemispheres of the brain. Okay maybe i’ve had too much coffee already this morning 😉
Too much coffee? Is there such a thing? 😉
Thank you Merril for your Monday delight – pure poetry mixed with much to muse. All that matters: the past, the present and a wistfulness for a brighter future –
Aww. Thank you so much, Susan. 🙂
I’m glad for the current source of “dotard.” If it had been assigned by the press – or fake news, you choose – it would have gotten little airplay, But, as it is, it’s right out front, where it belongs.
Nice happy photo of you and your daughter, btw.
Good point about “dotard.”
Thank you about the photo. My daughter said let’s take a selfie before we get all hot and look disgusting. 🙂
Shana tova, Merril! Beautiful pic of two “sisters”!
Thanks, Luanne. Flattery will get you everywhere. 😉
Just the facts, lady!
Thanks for alerting me to that movie, Merrill. It looks wonderful. And I have to agree that you lead a very interesting life, one that always teaches me something worthwhile. Thank you.
Thank you, Shirley. Coming from someone whose life has been full of rich experiences and who is always teaching, that is quite a compliment!
I have to say that I enjoyed the movie more than my husband did. He liked it, but didn’t love it.
More cheering reflections on a warm weekend. I guess all we can do is set our own examples – as you and your husband do.
Thank you, Derrick!
Not only do I like reading about your weekend (always with family!) but I enjoy the comments almost as much. Yes, to a lovely photo of you and your daughter, and yes also to the complicated interactions of human and machine. The choices we make with the culture we have are what counts. And despite the desperation around us, we need these moments of peace and blessings. (K)
Thank you so much for your lovely, thoughtful comment, Kerfe!
WE HUMANS LOVE- yes!
Mother-daughter. Daughter-mother. You guys look just alike ❤️
Thank you, Pam. ❤
I think it's just the photo–though someone else told me the other day that my daughters look just like me.
I love your Monday Morning Musings, and feel like we get swept along with you on your outings and in your words. I am heartbroken about Puerto Rico and about so much that is going on now. Dotard, indeed. But there is some sweetness restored in our families and friends, in the arts and nature, and in your Monday Morning Musings. ❤
Awww–thank you so much, Robin! ❤
suturing time with invisible stitches…
Your words are golden; especially “dotard.” When will the nightmare end?
Sweet photo of you and your daughter! I love the bracelet you chose with a quote from Shel Silverstein’s ‘The Giving Tree.’ I’ve just recently discovered Leonard Cohen — he was truly amazing. SO many things to love about your post!
Thank you very much, dear Rose!
You will have a lot of catching up to do with Leonard Cohen. 🙂
Leonard Cohen is a favorite of mine, since I turned 55. It took awhile for me to love his voice, knowing I loved the others he loaned his lyrics to. . . There’s a whole album my friend Bill once bought for our “road trip music.”
My youngest daughter is one who likes to attend wine tasting up on Lake Erie with me. You are blessed to have someone who shares those looks with thoughts transmitted in silence. (I’m blessed with two different daughters to fill in my gaps, but an additional son has been my warrior and savior in times of need.)
Thank you, Robin. I first knew Leonard Cohen’s songs through other vocalists, too–the first was Judy Collins.
I could share looks with both daughters, but I see my younger one more often, since she lives nearby. My other daughter and her wife live in Boston.