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:
And this poem is Beauty's breath...
This poem is definitely priceless and a new favorite of mine!
Beautifully penned :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
This is a truly beautiful and inspiring poem.
Luv luv the last stanza.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much love...
All three are lovely but I esp., love the "this poem is a blessing" and it really is.
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!!
Beautiful, Margaret!
Oh how I love the photo and the poem...reading it was a blessing.
An offer you should not refuse, like if the Godfather was some old softie writing sonnets. I love it.
this is super!
I could not refuse the offer of this poem. Lovely, Margaret!
How lovely you and your daughter shared this sunrise!
This poem is a blessing, a hug and a flirt~
Love it, love it, love it!
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 :)
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