Thursday, June 25, 2015

"Sisters"


Sisters

This as youth we learned:

Link hearts and hands,
rely upon instinct and not a little charm,

loose hair to flow upon open air,
spin freely as summer abundance blooms

embrace mother's words to never forget
how happily together we do skip.

by Margaret Bednar, June 25, 2015


Yes a bit cheesy, but I tried to rise to the occasion for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Words Count with Mama Zen"  A word list (of which I used six I think) and write a poem of 60 words or less.

We recently traveled to the mountains for the day.  My girls (and a friend) love photo opportunities.  They love to put on summer dresses and pile on LOTS of charm and dance, swing, twirl.  A few ladies in their 60's were inspired and held hands and skipped like my girls were - they ended up giggling and saying how young it made them feel.  Their men WERE smiling as they walked behind them... :)

To get out in the summertime and enjoy the days, to breath in the air, notice the new flowers blooming, the sheep and cows dotting the hills... yes.  I hope they always find time to do this together.  

Saturday, June 20, 2015

"No Such Thing as Small Mercies"


No Such Thing as Small Mercies

I can destroy it
with a flick of a booted toe
or a swipe of my shovel
yet today
decide to let the sun flicker light
upon intricate patterns
that must have spun all night.

I remember the spider
two summers ago
outside dining room window
(a truly huge southern variety)
that mesmerized us
scurrying across woven web,
wrapping assorted victims;
(looked at our own dinner plates -
similarities unseen).

Lucky I couldn't reach her,
blessed was she my son became "attached",
that my mother's heart responded in kind.
Must have known a sanctuary
when presented as she stayed all July -
until one day she was gone,
morning dew preserving her lacy artwork 
a while longer.

How often 
do we unknowingly teeter
beside a precipice, unaware of mercies granted?
How beautiful is the foundation I weave,
how strong its construction?
How benevolent the Being
that watches over me?

Margaret Bednar, June 20, 2015


This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Mini-Challenge - Ode to the Quotidian" aka "mundane, daily.  Start with something lowly and scale whatever heights or fancies you wish".

I see spider webs every day at the barn and I don't always see them in a wondrous light.