Friday, February 26, 2016

"Beyond the Hush"


Beyond the Hush

She rests in the hush,
watches as summersaulting remnants
of last fall's brilliance sweep with crumbling footprints
the swirling dirt floor.

Comfort to me always smells
of Bluegrass, Timothy, or Rye
upon which she nestles and listens
to wind's whispered warning.

Crows add cries of caution;
what rankles them today, who knows,
and pony raises his head from a pile of hay;
hears it all.  Understands far more than I.

The weekend's chore list waves "get busy"
but summer's fan spins as if to say
"It's time to play, to enjoy this day
as winter's storm is on its way!"

And so we head out, pony and I,
nod to feline as we pass.
We'll be back before the rains descend,
stall doors latched, secured,

but for now the rafters creak
and the latches bang,
offer up barns symphony of joy -
or lament; either way, I'm glad I listened.

by Margaret Bednar, February 26, 2016.

I have been inspired by Maria Wolf of Full Moon Fiber Art to record "Visual Poems".  Which would lead one to think a video recording - of course I have to add a photo and a poem so I probably defeat the purpose!  I need to remember to turn my iPhone horizontally for a better image AND the "choreography" needs to be improved - I think it is a learned process.

You're invited to Listen:  https://soundcloud.com/margaretbednar/beyond-the-hush

* Note - not really rye as it isn't good hay for horses - but it sounded better than alfalfa :)




This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Natures Wonders - explore the world of footprints"  I stretched the meaning a bit I think... leaves are not animal tracks ...

Also linked with "dVerse Poetics - Adventures in Traveling"


25 comments:

Gillena Cox said...

Just luv the opening verse. There is so much going on. One know to expect much more. A lovely visual

Thanks for dropping in to read mine

Much love...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Loved the poem. You took me right into your morning. And loved the video so I could see the real thing!

Kerry O'Connor said...

This describes to me a beautiful escape from the worries and tensions of everyday life.

brudberg said...

This is just like mornings should be. Like the best medicine.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I always longed to live like this but always ended up in the city. ~sigh~

Hannah said...

I'm so glad you listened, too! Margaret the details you bring gather me right in...I love this especially:

"pony raises his head from a pile of hay;
hears it all. Understands far more than I."

Speaking to the wisdom of animals...they're so heart-wise.

Thank you.

PSC said...

Oh, yes -- the comforting scents of the grasses, the crow's caution... the pony's understanding... lovely!

Helen said...

Great work Margaret, one of your best!

Jim said...

On the horse you feel more in tune with nature but not so much as the cat hunkered in the grass. I loved to ride bareback for more and closer still. Warmer too on a cold day.
I think I have mentioned to you of my riding three miles to high school for two years. Also, I think our horses ate Brome grass. Rye stii sounds better. Liked the sweeping visit to your barn. Thank you.
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Rommy said...

This is a very nice peek into a world I don't often get to see. There's some really good description in this. I get a very vivid feel of the scene.

brudberg said...

I think you really "sold" this magnificent place... like I said before.. mornings should be like that.

Toni Spencer said...

I so enjoyed this journey to your morning. Thank you for taking me. What a wonderful place to visit.

Mystic_Mom said...

Rye does have a bit more poetic play than alfalfa doesn't it? I really enjoyed this, makes me want to take my ol gal out for a tour. Once the grass is green again perhaps. Love the smells and the cat.

vivinfrance said...

Lovely impromptu travelling. I have to say that I love that word alfalfa, and it makes wonderful hay! Rye sounds too much like wry!

Grace said...

Time to play ~ Glad you had a break from all the things to do Margaret ~

Debi Swim said...

"offer up barns symphony of joy -
or lament; either way, I'm glad I listened." This poem is peaceful and lovely

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Sigh.. this is soo lovely -

ayala said...

Wonderful morning! Lovely capture.

bodhirose said...

How nice to go ahead and take a break in spite of the work needing to be done. I loved your video and seeing your cat hanging out in the hay...really enjoyed your visual poem, thanks.

Susie Clevenger said...

What a view of your morning...lovely. I really like your visual poem. Maybe I will try that some time.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

And so we head out, pony and I,
nod to feline as we pass.
We'll be back before the rains descend,
stall doors latched, secured,

but for now the rafters creak
and the latches bang,
offer up barns symphony of joy -
or lament; either way, I'm glad I listened.

Fantastic! loved these lines...they bring joy!

pandamoniumcat said...

Love the words summersaulting remnants such a lovely turn of phrase.

Bryan Ens said...

You remind us that "adventures in travel" doesn't have to be to somewhere exotic, but adventure can be had right outside our own back door. Lovely!

Kate Mia said...

SMiLes.. farm animals
feel better than
knowing
books
beyond hay
stacks of real
iN undeRstanD
oF Nature.. noW..:)

Jennifer Wagner said...

Sigh..this flows beautifully. I love the first three stanzas especially...and the alliteration, "Crows add cries of caution." Heck, I love the whole thing!