Adagio

Adagio

Heaven seemingly floats upon valley floor, early mornings,
a sleepy, buttercream sun rising slowly, yawning, stretching
its way over mountain along with me, it seems.
There's a melody playing if one listens closely; adagio bird song,
their pace awakens far more quickly than I; andante swoops into allegro,
as hawk soars, wings vivace upon the breeze.   My heart flutters
along with it, soon soothed by cows like little black piano keys
upon gently sloping hill, larghissimo, as mist evaporates and clears.

by Margaret Bednar, August 24, 2019

This is linked with "The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Sunday Challenge - Play it Again".  I chose "A Word with Laurie - one word: allegro and 8 lines and 1 minute!!!  But it took me two minutes to write this.  And then I did go back and changed a few words so add maybe another 30 seconds.  

IGWRT's - A Word with Laurie "Zen"

Zen

Crisp
morning air,

cascading light,
a sole song bird...


Can one
breath in Zen?


Yes, one can.
It's called coffee.

by Margaret Bednar, 10-20-2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "A Word with Laurie: ZEN (Meditation) 

IGWRT's - A Word with Laurie "Summer Nights"

Summer Nights

Temperate breeze
saunters ashore,
wooden pier
languid beneath
sunshine's drape,

whispering not
of miscreant night,
of innocence
cast afar
beneath wayward,
moonlit sky.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 12, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "A Word with Laurie".  The challenge word was Miscreant and I used the definition:  lacking in conscience or moral principles; unscrupulous. 

Magpie Tales # IGWRT's A Word with Laurie & Sunday Challenge

Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton

The Land

As perspiration trickles downward
and heat waves its heavy hand,
my eyes seek sustenance
from her sculpted form.

I lick salt from thirsty lips,
wonder if she sweats at all.
My eyes drink her in
as she entices beneath the sycamore.

I accept her offer,
lower myself upon her broad chest,
and sigh the sigh
of a man well loved.

Her cool arms promise
she will never lie,
she will never leave
and I rest my head, and believe.

I rouse, raindrops glisten upon us,
farm house chimes tickle the cool breeze.
Refreshed, I leave her slumber,
her demarcation clearly marked.

I belong to her.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 8, 2012

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Photo courtesy of Gemma Wiseman

This is a triple!  Meaning, I have combined three challenges.

Magpie Tales #125 - the top photo prompt
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Challenge featuring Gemma Wiseman
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - A Word with Laurie - Demarcation - the act of creating a boundary around a place or thing.

IGWRT's A Word with Laurie Challenge - "Helen"

"Helen"

Clickety clack,

one inch square heels

echoing in the corridor

each Friday evening

announced it was 5:55.

"Has mother arrived?

Have I kept her waiting?"

With furrowed brow

Helen's trembling hand

smoothed her calico

house dress and blue-grey hair.

"I took extra long

fixing my pigtails.

Do you think mother

will like my new frock?

We're going to the park

to swing, to picnic."

Of times past,

her mind traversed,

sagging eyes

sparkling innocent,

girly giggles

emanating from

wrinkled mouth.

6:05 p.m.

Mother hadn't come

(she never did)

Helen worried

(every time).

I'd tell her,

"She's running late."

She'd sigh and clickety clack

back down the corridor.

The last Friday I worked,

there was no Helen at 5:55.

I walked to her room
found it empty...

and with tears slowly smiled.

Helen was finally at the park with her mother.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, June 10, 2012

* * * * *

To earn extra money for my wedding, I worked a part time job at a nursing home every Friday evening and Sunday afternoon.  Dear sweet Helen was a pure joy and one time I actually greeted her and said "Do you have plans with your mother tonight?" and she looked at me strangely and said,"Sweetheart, my dear mother has been dead for thirty years!"

This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - A Word with Laurie".  The topic dimentia.  Hope on over and see other wonderful takes on this theme.

IGWRT's A Word with Laurie "Effervescence"

Effervescence

An overfamiliar embrace
is evening's kiss
between Monticello's
reclining lovers
as entwined passion
simmers, fingertips
cling loosely to curves,
Champagne-like effervescence
glistens from their limbs;
day's passion cooling,
restoring, promising
a night of passion when
presumed liberties resume.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, April 13, 2012

This is linked to Imaginary Garden With Real Toads "A Word with Laurie" theme word: Effervescence.   I was quite taken with the trees of Monticello and they were also a passion of Thomas Jefferson.  My poem is an attempt to express how intimately the trees blend with each other and the earth... some have their limbs resting upon the ground and growing back into mother earth.  I hope I was successful in how the sun ... actually the morning and evening, give an intimate "kiss" to the landscape.

My photos of the trees were mostly taken, unfortunately, during the full exposure of the sun... how I would love to be there upon the grounds at 8 a.m. and 8 p.m.!

IGWRT's - A Word with Laurie - "Wounded"

From LIFE Archives

Wounded

Tunnel vision

created a monster

of intolerant self-absorption,

so I hitched a ride

upon parallel track

heading the opposite direction

fleeing, hating, blaming

never pausing to witness

my own trail of destruction.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, March 16, 2012

This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "Perspective".  The challenge is to write a poem with depth and emotion around a distant center - with NO commentary.  The point, if I understand it properly, is to see what other people read into / get out of a poems words.