Wednesday, February 20, 2013

IGWRT's Words Count with Mama Zen "A Toad's Bliss"

This was my window seat in Petoskey, Michigan
Bliss

Gossamer light,
lake's soft breeze,
books stacked,

resplendently laze
midsummer day away
upon cushion of red,

like a happy toad
sheltered, protected,

tomatoes and corn
hand picked, sliced, salted,
fresh cut lilies.

I float upon aroma
as bees drone outside
my window screen.

This is surely bliss.

by Margaret Bednar, February 20, 2013

We are to write about a place, a home, a spot, where we are most like a toad, so to speak in 48 words or less.  The window seat was my favorite spot in our house in Petoskey, Michigan - and I dearly miss it.

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Words Count with Mama Zen".

17 comments:

Helen said...

Window seats with down filled cushions are a first class ticket to heaven!!!

Fireblossom said...

it does sound blissful!

Mama Zen said...

Definitely sounds like bliss to me!

sreeja harikrishnan said...

Definitely blissful.... enjoyed this...

Susie Clevenger said...

What a beautiful place...Love the window seat!

izzy said...

Love your "gossamer" Wish I could lounge in gentle weather!

Chhavi Vatwani said...

Lovely! Gives it a feel of a real toad! with bees flying outside. nicely woven.

Hannah said...

I can certainly see why you would miss it!! Wow. If I could close my eyes and have your home-poem read to me I would have seen the image pictured...so to say, you did an excellent job with your descriptions, Margaret and in so few words. Beautiful~I hope there's something~a place that's comparable in your life now. ♥

Kerry O'Connor said...

I also love a window seat, and yours is gorgeous - fit for a very lady-like toad (toadette?)!

Judy Roney said...

This is definitely bliss and the window seat transports me right there. Beautiful scene and a good place to start my morning.

Other Mary said...

Surely it is! :o)

Marian said...

ooooh i cannot WAIT for the tomatoes and corn. argh!

hedgewitch said...

Something about a windowseat that is just 'resplendently' there to laze, to merge the inside and outside, to give that feeling of shelter and delight which is home. Enjoyed it much, Margaret.

Peggy said...

Your poem paints a beautiful scene--great concrete details! I can see why you miss this spot!

Optimistic Existentialist said...

This took me to a place of tranquility :)

lucychili said...

a lovely place, summery garden sounds great

Ginnie said...

I know that feeling of bliss over a favorite spot, Margaret, and how much it can be sorely missed.