Textures: A Poem

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Look at large views and be reduced with awe,

but don’t neglect the very small:

bury your face in foliage until

nose and eyes are drowned;

lie, cheek pressed against the sand

and let a million grains become the universe;

stand, your body weight held by the trunk of a tree,

and notice the world of colour in its bark;

lean your head back and observe

the dark, in-motion patterns of leaves upon sky;

ponder the lines of dots running down from the top

of an empty shell, shaped as if a fine paintbrush pulled each up into a small spike;

hold up a pale leaf to the sun, and watch its veins catch fire and

run with gold:

let textures of a place teach you intimacy;

may the small-scale bless you.


  • Anni crouch
    July 11, 2016, 7:29 pm  Reply

    Wow, very inspiring Melody, and I want to do each of these things…

  • Peter crouch
    July 11, 2016, 7:30 pm  Reply

    Very beautiful descriptions. Great poem.

  • Amy
    July 11, 2016, 9:27 pm  Reply

    I am moved to experience all the beauty you present in this poem. Thank you for that. 🙂

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