|Observing my daughters from the 5th floor balcony|
Renewal often ripples forth
like finely woven waves
loosening their pearls and knits
one, two at a time,
ensuring I don't unravel completely.
I seldom wake suddenly, rather
stir faintly, and so too, my intellect -
gently led, not so much by reason
but moments of sentiment,
when desire, grief, joy, pride,
shame, sympathy have long since
swelled and crashed my shore.
It's the lull of silence, of gentle
quiet times when I listen,
when truth unfolds.
by Margaret Bednar, April 21, 2014
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday.
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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