Whispering Time
light skims my bed
the curtain floats past my thoughts of when.
time crosses over from now to then
it covers my face like wind, like water.
exposes my faults, dilutes my light
then softening comes, disarms the night.
time marks the hours, the minutes, a life
confuses the when, confounds the why.
it glides like silk in young days heart
relentless it stalks the dark, the night.
light scales the bed, drops off the end
the curtain drifts up, captures thoughts of when.
the clock echoes on, inescapably near
it gathers the light, the pain, the fear.
enfolding my youth, filling my heart
finally it calls my life, my part.
robin 2008
the poem was beautiful - it brought a tear to my eye. And the photos really are ethereal!
Posted by: elizabeth | December 30, 2008 at 07:01 PM
Robin, I think I've said it already on your blog but I have to say it again... you are one talented, creative lady. Seriously, your work is REALLY impressive and inspiring. Love these images!
Posted by: Diane - Daily Walks | September 25, 2008 at 08:19 AM
I love the softness...
the magic...
the art...
the poem...
your heart...
YOU. xx
Posted by: linni | July 27, 2008 at 08:58 AM
I had to catch my breath as I looked at your photographs. Your photographs are a beautiful breath of fresh air for me : )
I didn't even mention the poem did I? Lovely.
Posted by: Christina | July 24, 2008 at 06:31 AM
robin bird, these photos are so ethereal and sweet and the poem is a perfect compliment to them. I do not know what came first, the poem or the pictures, but they complete each other beautifully.
Thank you for sharing with us.
Posted by: tangobaby | July 23, 2008 at 11:06 AM
oooh....I'm so glad I stopped in to see this! What amazing photos, they capture the feeling of your beautiful poem so perfectly! You are amazing my friend!
Posted by: Kelly | July 21, 2008 at 01:21 PM
Robin, I just gave you a little award...:-)
Posted by: Annie | July 20, 2008 at 05:42 PM
Ohhhh...Time. I especially like the line of your poem "time crosses over from now to then. It covers my face like wind, like water." It brought to mind Time can shape a landscape through wind and water, yet leaving hints of what the place looked like before.
And your photographs are mysterious and ethereal. :)
Now have you read the poetry of Anne Michaels? She is one of my favourite poets. I think you'd like her poem Skin Divers.
Posted by: susanna | July 20, 2008 at 08:38 AM
okay how did you do that? Very ghost like......and really nice
Gill from Canada
Posted by: Gill | July 20, 2008 at 07:31 AM
absolutely love the ghost-like pictures! they're amazing!!!!
Posted by: julochka | July 20, 2008 at 12:42 AM
Beautiful! Verse and photos. Love your room color. What is it?
Posted by: Rosa | July 19, 2008 at 06:16 PM
You creative genius, you!!
What a beautiful way to capture your words inside a photograph. I especially love the second picture...such flowing feminine form, and the clock behind to signify time.
It feels like a gentle whisper.
So beautiful, my dear friend.
xoxoxoxo
Posted by: rhayne | July 19, 2008 at 12:49 PM
lovely poem, and the photographs are so ghostly (in a good way, not a frightening way). the first is my favorite.
Posted by: m. heart | July 19, 2008 at 10:31 AM
Robin - This is an incredible, enchanting, gorgeous, wonderful post. Can you possibly be the same woman who, not all that long ago, was just beginning to figure out photography? I bow to your learning, to your talent, to your beauty. I would say I'm speechless, but obviously I'm not quite there. :)
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Love, Debi
Posted by: Debi | July 19, 2008 at 10:24 AM
I love your photographs and your poem.
Love Jeanne
Posted by: Jeanne | July 19, 2008 at 08:59 AM
The photos...the poem...lovely
Posted by: High Desert Diva | July 19, 2008 at 04:54 AM
All of it is so deeply moving, so poetic...
'Light scales the bed, drops off the end'
I do not know why but that is the line that really spoke to me, especially as a visual artist...
so much beauty in one amazing post.
xoxo
Posted by: joan | July 18, 2008 at 10:04 PM
Robin a beautiful poem and the special effects of the photos are haunting!! Simply a work of art!! hugs aNNa
Posted by: naturegirl | July 18, 2008 at 07:36 PM
Lovely words! And what clever photos!
Cxx
Posted by: Claire | July 18, 2008 at 05:38 PM
I am totally captivated by your photos....they are just wonderful !!!!
Posted by: beth | July 18, 2008 at 05:02 PM
I love the movement in these photos and they are the perfect compliment to the poem. I feel like time is flying by as I get older. Funny how when I was little, I couldn't wait for time to hurry so I could be older! lol
Posted by: Peggy | July 18, 2008 at 03:28 PM
Oh my, Robin, as I was reading your poem, I was thinking, what excellent, famous poet wrote this?! And it turned out to be you! Then to top it off the beautiful photos. Between
all that and your lovely garden, there is no end to your talents. I am so happy I found you :-).
Posted by: Annie | July 18, 2008 at 01:32 PM
This is a wonderful poem -- I especially love the positioning of the clock on the last amazing photo. Very nice indeed!
This post -- and all of your others, which captivate, engage and enchant me -- are why you are one of several to whom I've been an award over at The Marmelade Gypsy! Stop by! And thanks for all your wonderful comments on my posts -- I always love the way you write!
Posted by: jeanie | July 18, 2008 at 12:02 PM
beautiful photos and beautiful words. I especially love:
time marks the hours, the minutes, a life
confuses the when, confounds the why.
Posted by: Lisa Marie | July 18, 2008 at 11:51 AM
I adore these ethereal photographs. And your poem... Ahhhhhh.
Posted by: Relyn | July 18, 2008 at 11:29 AM