Little Traverse Bay
I plunder her beauty
in search of secrets.
She reflects my image:
face flushed with the rising sun,
splashing, humming, exploring.
If only I'd keep the me she sees,
I wouldn't need a six-sided weathered memento,
uprooted from her protective embrace,
instead I'd store promise internally,
nurture, polish, and appreciate
the imperfect preciousness of me.
by Margaret Bednar, August 30, 2013
This is for dVerse "Meeting the Bar - Give it to Me One More Time (Do it Over Again)" I used a prosaic poem I wrote August, 1, 2012 (below):
Little Traverse Bay, Michigan
She reflects my image, but I don't see myself; I'm in search of her secrets, some of which lie glistening, imperfect gemstones beneath my feet. Chillness laps my toes, my fingers, as I plunder her beauty, like a tourist in search of six-sided mementos to nurture, lest I forget. Forget serenity. Forget to enjoy the moment. Forget to step off the path and get wet. Forget to greet the rising sun and breath it in as it slips beyond the western shore. Six months from now when I pause and hold a part of her in my hand, I hope I will finally see myself.
by Margaret Bednar, August 1, 2012
A little bit about the Petoskey Stone: HERE
This is about my 500th poem since I have started writing poetry - my first poem was October 18, 2010. Of course, many are not worth re-reading (let alone reading once), but I have enjoyed the journey and thank those who have followed even a part of it!
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