Tuesday, April 22, 2014

"The Artisan'


The Artisan

Spinning.  As a child,
I enjoyed becoming dizzy,
falling to the ground,
grass tickling my neck,
eyes skyward -

imagined a time the waters
reflected heaven alone,
earth spinning shades
of just blues and whites,
a drop of green, suspended.

Marvel I,
in some small way,
am part of God's artistic finger

and so are you.

Margaret Bednar, April 22, 2014

This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Whozits & Wahtzits Galare" with Lolamouse.  She recently traveled to Portland, OR, and found herself in a store with lots of curious things.  I chose the above photo and let my mind wander back a few years.   I don't like spinning any more, stay away from any rides that involve it (and heights) … I'm really no fun at a theme park.   I was watching my girls spin the other day and I guess it helped trigger this poem.

This is also linked with Flash Fiction 55 - this week over at Mama Zen's.  In a short while it will have a permanent home at the Imaginary Garden of Real Toads -

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

In celebration of this year's challenge, I will be giving away a free book of my poetry.  If you are interested in participating in this drawing, please click the red logo at the top of my side bar and leave your name and a means to reach (blog, email, etc) you in the comment section.



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10 comments:

humbird said...

Love this 'spinning' photo and your poetic reflection.

Sumana Roy said...

words beautifully spun.. :)

ccchampagne said...

This made me think of a time before the continents separated, when the planet really was mostly water. Beautiful piece!

Karen S. said...

Your memories brought a merry dance to life itself!

Kerry O'Connor said...

So interesting that you saw the blue sea world in the little glass beads. That is so imaginative.

Lolamouse said...

This brought back memories of myself as a child. I used to love to spin around and then throw myself to the ground and feel the earth spin! Thanks for playing!

Fireblossom said...

I'm like you: I loved to spin when i was a child, but my spinning days are done! I adore your ending.

razzamadazzle said...

What a fun take on the prompt. If only we could all be like children enjoying that spinning sensation. I love how you drew this back to the divine.

hedgewitch said...

A very positive take on the eyeballs from hell, Margaret. I love that you saw and recorded all that simplicity and beauty here.

Mama Zen said...

Really gorgeous close, Margaret.