Wednesday, April 23, 2014

"Drift"


Drift

I watch silky pink ballerinas
play drifting games.
Most pirouette downward,
bed themselves thickly.

A few rebels drift far away,
seemingly bobbing, gyrating
to rock-n-roll lyrics -

until the breeze
they are drifting upon drifts away,
tempo changes once again

and they slow dance
to the ground, make way
for summer green.

by Margaret Bednar, April 23, 2014

This difficult challenge is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Out of Standard - Invoking the Goog" We had to type a word into google and use the words in the order they appeared (but they could be separated).   My word was drift:




For the month of April, I am participating in NaPoWriMo2014 or National Poetry Writing Month.  The website is HERE.

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8 comments:

Ella said...

Beautiful with tenderness-

Hannah said...

Love that slow dance...graceful poetry, Margaret!

kaykuala said...

How beautiful the ballerinas drift slowly away to usher in the new season. Great word craft Marge!

Hank

Kerry O'Connor said...

The repetition of the word drift creates such a tranquil atmosphere in your poem.

Susan said...

Drift has much to do with the masses--it takes an extra effort to go further. Love the adventurous petals that catch a ride on the breeze.

TexWisGirl said...

lovely visuals.

Mama Zen said...

Fabulous job with a really tough challenge!

Susie Clevenger said...

Margaret, this is so beautiful. What an amazing piece pulled from google.. :)