Sustenance
Oh, to lasso the slowly rising sun
suspended and ripe upon morn's horizon,
almost bursting before it slips slowly upward
out of reach; keep it hovering there,
surrounded by ribbons of tangerine, ochre & mint.
I raise my arm, hand and fingers
delicately, reverently reaching,
knowing to touch is impossible and yet,
the yearning is there. I'm jealous
of seagulls whose wings are embedded
in this saturated tapestry...
this temporary oasis before stretch of day.
by Margaret Bednar, September 25, 2020
This is linked with "Poets and Storytellers United - Weekly Scribblings #38 - A Helping String"
It has been over a month since I have written a poem! I have been busy with schooling my son at home on-line through his school because of this pandemic. He goes back twice a week to school starting next week and I will have a bit of time to myself again! I have missed all my poet friends.
6 comments:
Welcome here again, Margaret. I like your poem and the artwork. Mothering is a bigger job still in these tough days. Both our younger daughter and SIL work at their home, probably until January at least. When the granddaughter, KP-age 11, was home doing schoolwork for three weeks it was hard to find the time for work and school. Today KP was at home for teacher in-service. On the way home from doctor appointments we picked her up and she is spending the night here also. Supper was pizza, she ate three pieces, we each had two.
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What a beautiful poem!
Sunrise beautifully depicted.
Bright and lush! was the first thought that came to mind, after I read this poem. There is so much warmth and texture and feelings. "Sustenance" is a perfect title for this piece--delicious.
There is something just so delicious about a sunrise that makes me want to hold on to the way it's beauty illuminates everything it touches too. I love the moment day breaks.
I envision you standing, facing East, early morn, in the lovely place you call home. Cheers.
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