Saturday, July 25, 2015

"This Poem"


This Poem

This poem is priceless.
This poem is a solicitation.
This poem is a blessing.

This poem is a slowly rising sun
peeking from behind grey-blue clouds,
a splash of ocean spray upon clammy, heated skin,
a pelican skimming rolling waves searching for sustenance.
This poem is priceless.

This poem is a hand upon the small of your back,
empathetic and concerned,
a motivated salesman with sexy brown eyes,
a compass pointing the opposite direction.
This poem is a solicitation.

This poem is a lavender scented invitation,
a lovers' hand playfully tugging,
a silent prayer, joyful tears, a hammock
sagging with the weight of two.
This poem is a blessing.

This poem celebrates simplicity.
This poem is an offer you should not refuse.
This poem is a ticket to happiness.

By Margaret Bednar, July 25, 2015

This poem is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Play it Again Toads #19" I selected the archived challenge hosted by Hannah "Boomerang Metaphors" (a poetic form created by Hannah)

The above image is one I took of my daughter early morning this past week at Hilton Head - the only one who made it up to join me for a most gorgeous sunrise.  

14 comments:

Sumana Roy said...

And this poem is Beauty's breath...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This poem is definitely priceless and a new favorite of mine!
Beautifully penned :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a truly beautiful and inspiring poem.

Gillena Cox said...

Luv luv the last stanza.

Thanks for dropping by to read mine

Much love...

georgeplaceblog said...

All three are lovely but I esp., love the "this poem is a blessing" and it really is.

Hannah said...

I love the way your opening and closing stanzas bring this together, Margaret! Intriguing write and wonderful use of the Boomerang, I think! :)

Thank you for the challenge!!

Mama Zen said...

Beautiful, Margaret!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh how I love the photo and the poem...reading it was a blessing.

Fireblossom said...

An offer you should not refuse, like if the Godfather was some old softie writing sonnets. I love it.

rhymeswithbug said...

this is super!

Other Mary said...

I could not refuse the offer of this poem. Lovely, Margaret!

Ella said...

How lovely you and your daughter shared this sunrise!
This poem is a blessing, a hug and a flirt~

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Love it, love it, love it!

forgetmenot said...

Your photo is priceless- a beautiful capture of your daughter and the sunrise. Your way with words has always been magical, but this poem is a treasure. Always a pleasure to visit your blogs. Mickie :)