|Photo provided by Mary Ann Potter|
It's the languid quiet of mid afternoon I remember,
lethargic days spent trance-like, supinely sprawled
beneath Grandmother's cherry tree, bees buzzing,
book more often than not drooped at an odd angle,
obscure dreams reshaping in endless cerulean-blue.
This sweet potpourri of hope I often scoop up,
splash upon face, shoulders, mind, inhale the dreams
of childhood long ago...
I went back once, the farm house bearing up under neglect,
abandonment. What of the knarled, bent umbrella, my protector
of summer heat and youthful fancies? My reservoir of strength
is still there, but only in my mind's eye
and thank God, it hasn't run dry.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, February 19, 2012
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This is hastily written for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Sunday Challenge. A photographic prompt provided by one of my favorite blogging photographers and poets... Mary Ann Potter. Her blog is "From the Starcatcher". I'm sure I will come back and want to re-work this, but sometimes it is interesting to leave the initial writing as is for a while ...
I have had an extremely busy week and I am behind in my blog visiting and commenting. I look forward to a relaxing Monday morning (of no sick kids, no "responsibilities") catching up and being inspired by my fellow poets and photographers.