A sketch I did of Ocracoke's Silver Lake - July 2020
Tempest skies chase the moonlight,
deliver a felted-gray morning sky
where windswept seagrass and mermaid murmurings
awake me from a slumber - drizzling rain, a serenade,
in this cottage by the sea.
Vanilla-creamed coffee and baguette in hand,
I stroll the docks, sunflower faces tilt toward a hesitant sun
as seagulls and pelicans balance like marble statues
silhouetted against a crystalline sky.
A slash of red draws my eye. A millionaire's cottage
hugs Silver Lake - a battle between past & present,
humble & posh. I stroll past shop windows,
spy artisan jewelry; find I desire far more
gifts of early morning's tide.
I meander the day away, enjoy iced deserts
and fish fresh from the sea, settle oceanside,
beside salt marshes offering pink sunsets,
where blue jasmine collides with raspberry skies
and pensive moments accompany
soft breezes filtering through sea-salted hair;
leave an irresistible kiss
upon smiling lips,
a witness to all that is quiet.
by Margaret Bednar, August 5, 2020
This is linked with "Poets and Storytellers United - Weekly Scribblings #31 - What Makes You Smile"
10 comments:
It is always a delight to wander around in the early morning to see nature come to life. Wha a beautiful poem this is.
Beautiful! What a blessing to be surrounded by so many things to make you smile, every day.
PS Love the sketch too!
Memories come to make our days happy, make us smile. I smiled when i saw you posted, you made it through your storm. With minimal damage I hope.
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Love this especially; "I meander the day away, enjoy iced deserts
and fish fresh from the sea, settle oceanside, beside salt marshes offering pink sunsets, where blue jasmine collides with raspberry skies." 💝💝
Enojoyed this very much...nice sketch ~
I live 8 hours or so from the coast - up in the mountains. So we just got rain for about a day. Thanks for asking, Jim.
Delightful, picture and poem, Margaret! The scene you paint in this poem is so peaceful and charming.
One of the most visible witnesses to the little pleasures of life is...a smile.
Gorgeous imagery in this poem, Margaret. Love your sketch.
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