Wednesday, 5 August 2009

My Naming Poem - again.

Derrick mentioned in answer to my last post, that he had no idea where the name for my blog came from.
Today is builders all the way - carpet measurers - people enquiring about haymaking (yes, the sun is shining) - a lovely relaxing visit from son and grand-daughter - so I thought not to post a blog at all. And then I thought - many of the bloggy friends who read my blog have joined me long after I put on the poem which prompted my name. So, with apologies to those who have read it already, here is the poem I wrote to illustrate "Weavers of Grass."

Weavers of Grass.

In that bright hour
when the sky glows
with the promise of a rising sun;
when the air is cool
and moist,
and dew lies heavy on the ground -
Then come the weavers,
threading their strands through the grass
so that at evening,
when the sun is low,
it shines through the silken threads
that shimmer in the fading light
and makes
a fields of gossamer.

I try to weave the threads of my blog together - and that is how I first thought of the name.

29 comments:

Midlife Jobhunter said...

I like that. And it is a grand title.

Elizabeth said...

This is a wonderful way of naming - poetic in itself.
For some reason it echoes Whitman's "Leaves of Grass".
Hope you are having a wonderful day though it sounds as if it is full of distractions.

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

Gorgeous!
Really.

willow said...

I wondered about your blog name. Glorious poem. Thank you for reminding us, Weaver.

Totalfeckineejit said...

I often wondered and now I know.I thought it might have something to do with marijuana,so I'm quite relieved.A beautiful explanation, i loved it.And unless the next world is a carbon copy of this(how ironic would that be?) I appear to be still alive and begin to have hopes that I will remain so for a while (I didn't last night for a but it peaked and passed, thank God,literally we had a little chat!)Thanks so much for all your supportive warm wishes, Weaver ( see the alliteration again?)I might tell a few people the 'three little piggies' joke. Hope I dont make a pigs ear of it! :)

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! said...

Well, who would'a thunk!

I've wondered, actually, and thought it might stem from your work with textiles. Great naming story and poem, too.

Peace and quite will return…eventually. Hang in there.

Bonnie, Original Art Studio said...

How lovely. I did need to read that to understand the name of your blog. It really fits what you do here.

Gramma Ann said...

If I read the poem in the beginning I had forgotten it. I also thought the title had something to do with the textiles. Whatever the case I think I have been a follower of yours from very early on. But, shame on me I don't always leave a comment. But, I can still enjoy reading your blog anyway... as you weave through the web of blogsville.

Heather said...

What a beautiful poem and a lovely way to find a blog name, Weaver. Mine came about through sheer desperation as everything we thought of had already been taken!

Titus said...

Beautiful poem, truly evocative of a time and a place.
I think I assumed it had something to do with the harvest mouse I have obviously completely imagined was on your banner. Just looked - it's not there!

Leilani Lee said...

Oh my, what a lovely, lovely poem. Thanks for reposting it. What a gift to be able to write poetry and make collages and....

Kim said...

Beautiful, really beautiful Pat. I too had wondered about the name and thought it might be something like this but am so glad you posted the poem. I really enjoyed the piece.

gleaner said...

Beautiful poem there - I must admit I never wondered about your name as it seemed to fit you perfectly, weaver was showing your ability to create layers and depth in your stories from simple threads and grass, representing your love of nature.

A really lovely poem.

patteran said...

I missed it first time a round so I'm very glad to have a chance to read it now. A fine poem.

With such timeless imagery in mind, have you read Ian Walthew's 'A Place in my Country'? I thought of you and yours whilst reading it. http://www.ianwalthew.com/

MarmaladeRose said...

You are so clever with words. What ever I write seems rather inadequate. But I CAN sew and IF I make another peg bag I make sure it weaves its way over to you.

Love Fi x

steven said...

oh my weaver! that's a beautiful piece of writing and i get so much more of what this blog is through knowing that. there's been a lot of learning and growing going on in the little part of the blogging community that we inhabit of late. i wonder if it might not be time for a "revisit where you began your blog meme?" how can you think of that with the builders all around you . . . . ha!! let that one go. thanks for sharing your writing weaver. have a lovely evening steven

Studio Sylvia said...

What a wonderful explanation and Poem, Weaver, and so apt! I love reading your selection of poetry on your blog, as I don't voluntarily seek poetry when I go to the library - just never think to do so, usually novels and art books. Thank you as your poetry adds a dimension to my day. Happy times with the works going on at your place.

Raph G. Neckmann said...

I read your naming poem early in my blogging days when I first discovered your blog - I must have seen it in your 'Labels' section. I loved it then - reading it again now I'm transported to those lovely visions of early morning and evening.

Arija said...

I had not had the pleasure of reading your spidery poem before, I really love it and it is no wonder at all that you took your name from it. I have enjoyed the name of your blog for a long time now and it was the combination of that and the fact that you live in Wensleydale that attracted me to it to start with.

Hildred and Charles said...

Weaver, I remember your blog about the Weaver of Grass, and I had rather thought he was the inspiration for your blog name, but now, reading your lovely poem, I am charmed with the silken threads and the gossamer fields, being a weaver myself.

BT said...

I had oft wondered about the name and thought maybe you did once weave. The poem is beautiful and I'm there in the glossy fields with you and the spinners and weavers. Lovely to know.

Amy said...

wow that's really cool!

Pondside said...

Thank you for the explanation, and for posting the beautiful poem. I wondered where the name came from and thought it had something to do with textiles - this is much more romantic!

jinksy said...

What a beautiful image the poem brings to mind...

Coastcard said...

This is definitely a post we have been waiting for, those of us who missed it first time around - and I suspect those who read it when you first began to blog. Thank you, Weaver, for sharing this evocative poem. It makes me yearn for a return to the country, though I love my sea view!

Derrick said...

Hello Weaver,

Well, I'm glad I did so many people a favour by raising this point! Thank you for reposting your poem; it is lovely and very suitable. Only this morning I was watching a spider outside our kitchen window travel out and up to the telegraph wire that is several feet away! (the one in the blurred swallow pic!). Quite amazing, what they can do. Something else to glint in the sun, rather like the gilding in Paris!

The Weaver of Grass said...

Thank you for the comments - dead on cue, this morning the gossamer was back - aren't those spiders just such very clever creatures.

Wayne Pitchko said...

great one.i had your blog name figured out all the time....I think. And are we the only ones on both RWP and Disintegration project??

dinesh chandra said...

Good poetry , I like , i m also poet , I inspired by keats and brwoning.Your poetry based on life of common man.

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