A
bandid
woolly
bear
inches toward wintry
crevis, waylaid momentarily, tossed,
turned, by terrier nose and toddler toes, curious
to see where it goes. Indignant squirrel shakes its tail
as unearthed is its precious stash and toddler laughs to see
the little brown “bedtime” cap - Buzzin’ bees dart to and fro
between goldenrods and astor, gentle noise disrupted
by six legs and a tail blazing a trail off the beaten path.
Two heads together, tousled and weary, lick and giggle
as they reminisce, regale day's numerous adventures,
tongue and cheek no longer flushed, but cooled
against cotton pillow, softly breathing their way
to sleep, dreaming of a tomorrow of down-
filled coats and well stocked pantry
their hoarding a little
less urgent.
Zzz
"The Hoarders"
by Margaret Bednar, September 17, 2013
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banded woolly Bear is a Caterpillar that turns into the Tiger Moth come spring.
banded woolly Bear is a Caterpillar that turns into the Tiger Moth come spring.
awww - so sweet!! i love that pic margaret.. and so much heart in that poem as well... love the shape as well...
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful picture of Fall in gathering.
ReplyDeleteLush with the readiness of change coming. Very well written.>KB
ReplyDeleteha. amazing...love the acorn...the color and shape...and what a cool bit inside your nut as well....def felt the heart...smiles..
ReplyDeleteI love the musicality in this poem, Margaret... and shape, too.
ReplyDeleteLoved the shape of your poem, Margaret; and then there were these words: " tossed,
ReplyDeleteturned, by terrier nose and toddler toes, " which so beautifully expressed the relationship between child and dog.
This is such a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteand I love the structure of writing that you have created. Lovely. :)
Sweet picture and lovely shaped form Margaret ~
ReplyDeleteThe words you've used are so incredibly rich ... they drip off my tongue as I read your poem aloud.
ReplyDeleteI love how you created the acorn shape and added richness with the colored text. What a beautiful read. Felt like the best bedtime story.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. So perfectly written. And the acorn! LOVE IT!! And that photo! You wow me every time I visit. This is no exception.
ReplyDeleteFirst, the shape of the poem is really cool...and enjoyed your words a nice read indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you. There are a few spots I want to work on a bit more internal rhyme so this is not finished yet. But thank you for the positive comments :).
ReplyDeleteMargaret, I loved your acorn form, and I remember watched banded wooly bears on trees in the spring when I was a girl... took me back to the country, to growing up in the woods. Thanks for that, Amy
ReplyDeleteThat sweet acorn.. a gem for any squirrel.. and so sweet picture altogether..
ReplyDeleteThis whole post is magical, the poem, it's acorn form, the photo. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI adore concrete poetry, and i LOVE your clever little acorn!
ReplyDeletePssst...I posted a picture of my journal today at my blog. :-)
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteCreativity runs through you ~ picture, song, sculpting, gardening and appreciation for beauty and goodness in all things! I feel drunk in your hoarding!
ReplyDeleteYou create such interesting shapes with your letters. This is like a frantically spinning top, a feeling reinforced by the fast pace of your words.
ReplyDeletecrevice?
lovely..nice shape and colors, enjoyed the fanciful lilt to the read.
ReplyDeleteThe photo of the little girl and the Yorkie is absolutely adorable. Spectacular shot!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry. (although it is my five year old son :)
ReplyDeleteAprille - crevice? This is an acorn - but they do spin :) The crevice refers to the caterpillar (woolly bear - turns into a Tiger moth in the spring) searching for a safe place to spend the winter - under a rock or log ... Thanks for asking.
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