Monday, April 21, 2014

"Unfolding"

Observing my daughters from the 5th floor balcony 
Unfolding

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.


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17 comments:

hedgewitch said...

This is excellent, Margaret. The first stanza--pearls and purls, the message itself, of the slow emergence of realization and connection. And, of course, as always, a simply magical photo of that beach with the figures that give it context to the narrator.

Sumana Roy said...

love the beautiful imagery in the first stanza....the moments of sentiments...and the quiet times....

Margaret said...

pearls vs. purls … I struggled back and forth which to use… I wanted the imagery of knitting but liked the idea of "wisdom" too… So perhaps I keep both meanings… ? Thanks for seeing that, Joy.

Jinksy said...

It's those quiet spaces 'in between' where anything can happen... :-)

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is such a gentle reminder of our humanity, Margaret.. the little things that make up a whole lot of who we are.

Mark Kerstetter said...

Really nice with the accompanying image. In a word I might describe your poem as: Perspective.

Janet Martin said...

Gorgeous...so 'get' this! Had a rare evening with my 3 daughters last night...

ccchampagne said...

At first so sad, but the ending is hopeful and peaceful. Love it!

manicddaily said...

Hey Margaret--I love the metaphor of the kniting/purling with the unraveling--very clever and you are right --just plain old quiet time needed! k.

Susie Clevenger said...

Lovely Margaret...So many times live has crashed over me...made me have to deal in a zombie state. It is in that quiet unraveling I can come to terms, find peace and go on.

Susie Clevenger said...

"life" I typed the wrong word...although when things go "live" that is the most difficult :)

manicddaily said...

Ps great photo.

grapeling said...

well spoken, Margaret ~

Kim Nelson said...

You illustrate being washed away with emotions so vividly.

Kim Nelson said...

You illustrate being washed away with emotions so vividly.

Kim Nelson said...

You illustrate being washed away with emotions so vividly.

colleen said...

I know this feeling. I love the reference of ripples as loosening t he pearls and knits.