Becoming
We are made for the becoming of things,
To catch the current underneath our wings,
While riding on the lazy winds we find,
To let the gusts and gyres, toward heaven, wind.
Our eyes were crafted so to watch the skies,
Our ears to hear the stories of the wise,
Our lips were granted so to kiss the check
Of they that take the time to hear us speak,
Our arms to carry children in their sleep,
Our hands to trace the hearts of those that weep,
Our hearts to swim amidst a drunken dance,
Our feet to walk a road that's paved with chance,
Our bodies shaped to love the easy Sun,
And drink the Moon's sweet rays, and be undone.
by William Bednar
I hope you enjoyed the beauty of my son's words. He goes off for a walk, and comes back with this... I wish my walks were as productive :)
I've added my photography, but so many images could have been used here... I don't feel I've done his words justice.
I have linked this with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday .
27 comments:
MAN! All your apples did not fall far from the tree!
Awe, thank you, Ginnie! My son is responsible for my interest in poetry... :)
Just beautiful. From becoming to being undone. That's what poetry does best. :)
What a talented son you have!
we really are, aren't we? thanks for the reminder. and talent!
These words are just beautiful, and reveal a deep thinking man - not so easily come by these days.
I love that perfect blue sky with kite.
Beautiful and so true ...there goes the words of a wise one ...thanks for sharing x x x
This is such a beautiful piece filled with much insight and cause for reflection.
I loved the symmetry of the poem which matched it to the kites, but then instructed me on the human story, kite-like in the chances it takes in the wind. Bravo to you and your son!
That's just wonderful Margaret! These youngsters have a way of making it happen. In no time he'll be joining the community.
Hank
lovely poem.truly delightful. I am sure you are very proud. some things, do run in the family I suppose :)
This is just so beautiful! Your son's gift of words, your images........awesome! And he has great life wisdom, for a young one. "made for the becoming of things" - awesome!
I felt for sure this would be your husband's writing, could've knocked me down with a feather when you said it was your son's. What a talent he has.
Loved those two pics too Margaret.
Thank you, everyone! and Bren (Daydreametoo) if my husband wrote this, a feather would knock me over... he is a wonderful man, but loves ACTION, not poetry ... well, perhaps he sees a redeeming quality in Heaven's blog.. :)
Margaret Bednar...
Love your Header Pic!
Last week was the Cherry Festival in Traverse City!
See Ya Friday...G
"...And drink the moon's sweet rays, and be undone." Lovely ending to a wonderful poem. So many great images. I love the line 'our hands to trace the hearts of those that weep"
Margaret, each line is absolutely perfect. It is a poem one could read again and again and think about something different each time. Commend your son for beautiful poetry. HE should have his own blog.
Oh my goodness Margaret, this is beautiful.
He most definitely has his wonderful Mom's talent.
Talent definitely runs in the family! A very polished poem filled with much wisdom.
Lots of becoming till one moment of undone! Like an inevitable cycle! Lovely!
Perfect familial partnership of words and pictures. :)
Wow! Let me spell that backwards: woW!!! This poem is replete with such wonderful imagery and such insight.
Wow ! Lovely- hand the young person a
nice journal so he can keep his words, or drawings in one place !
How cool is it to have a son that shares an interest, and is very good at it to boot!!!! Great photo, great poem, tell him to keep it up...or else..after all you are mom. lol.
William will be very happy to read all of this praise. He used to have a blog, but I think with school and being 19, he just let it fall by the wayside. I hope to share a number of his poems here in the future.
As far as keeping him supplied with nice journals... I already do ... and they get used daily by him - poetry is a part of him - like breathing. I can't imagine him ever not writing...
Hello Margaret,
Wonderful shots. Nice to see the kite in the blue sky. And what a great colors you've got in the shot with the moon. Nice with the silhouettes of the branches.
Many greetings,
Marco
Thank you all for you comments ;) Keep your fingers crossed - my son might resurrect his blog. I know I would love that.
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