Wednesday, July 23, 2014

"A Mother's Pondering"

A Mother's Pondering

Wings heavy with annoyance pick up speed, beat faster
than a diva's lashes.  Your parting words indecipherable
as I don't speak heron - but annoyance is universal.

Time and again I've held my breath, tried to come close.
Perhaps shyness I can understand, even recognize the need
for solitude - for wariness is evident in your tilted head.

You're often a blur in photographs:  s-curve neck, pointed toes,
expansive wings - a moment frozen - somehow a reminder that time
becomes memories - every second, day, week, month, year

all seem equally like yesterday, equally unchangeable.

I hope I embrace those I love with the same exuberance I feel when you stretch
and glide before my eyes.  Hope I've given my children the freedom to soar
without feeling the need to flee, without the need to lament my presence.

by Margaret Bednar, July 23, 2014

This is linked with dVerse - Poetics - Time & Time Again.  

Monday, July 21, 2014

"This Poem"

"This Poem"

This poem is a salve to my wounds.
This poem is an escape.
This poem points the way home.

This poem is a cool cloth
upon fevered brow, a song
sung low and soft, a caressing hand
comforting, soothing, easing.
This poem is a salve to my wounds.

This poem is a feather
upon an ocean breeze, a child
barefoot upon a forest path,
a wish granted.
This poem is an escape.

This poem is a topsy turvy map
of twists, turns, diversions, a flickering light
guiding, a haven sheltering, welcoming -
is buttered crust, cinnamon and baked apples.
This poem points the way home.

This poem heals all wounds.
This poem offers freedom to escape.
This poem welcomes all wanderers home.

by Margaret Bednar, July 21, 2014

This poem is linked and written to the challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Mini Challenge - Boomerang Metaphors.  Hannah has created this form - follow the above link to read the details.

I have also linked with IGWRT's Open Link Monday.