I really like the final line in this poem: "another sacred hour to empty your cup." Beautiful images as well, especially that 3rd photo with the moss covering the base of the tree. Thank you for sharing.
This poem is so sacred. The way you use words is so stirring.. "moonmist," how the vole knows the screech... the soft sounds and the couplets are just so....soothing.
It seems that I do need something to keep me afloat. The extreme drama that explodes from the larger world is incessant and probably choreographed by the awful people in power. I have never felt this need so desperately as I do now. So, yikes and thanks
You manage to choreograph a beautiful ballet here, images simultaneously connecting with strength and delicacy. Well done.
Thank you, Kim. So kind of you to say.
Wow! Beautiful and heart rending
"in wind-drifts of bee-bent lavender" lovely
Another sacred hour—love it.
Thanks for reading Lorrie.
Damn. I'm going to have to write this down in my commonplace notebook. Stunning.
Thank you, Misti.
Beautiful, MK.
I love "vaguely mauve sky" and "nebulous serenity of moonmist" and "wind-drifts of bee-bent lavender".
The way the quote from MLK acts as a hinge about which the poem turns... so good.
Thanks, Melanie!
Thank you for the question beginning the poem… So, so important to keep in mind what keeps us afloat during these times.
Ferns and moss!! Oh my.
I really like the final line in this poem: "another sacred hour to empty your cup." Beautiful images as well, especially that 3rd photo with the moss covering the base of the tree. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Neil.
Oh, beautiful. Yes.
Thanks, Rebecca.
As it turns out, I kinda needed this poem today — to be reminded that the “joy will find its way back …” ❤️🙏
This poem is so sacred. The way you use words is so stirring.. "moonmist," how the vole knows the screech... the soft sounds and the couplets are just so....soothing.
Thank you, Corie.
It’s from the heart. Your work is profound.
Beautiful.
Thank you!
It seems that I do need something to keep me afloat. The extreme drama that explodes from the larger world is incessant and probably choreographed by the awful people in power. I have never felt this need so desperately as I do now. So, yikes and thanks
love the movement of this piece ....
Thank you.
How beautiful, thank you for sharing!
Thanks, Jacklyn.