Sunday, September 15, 2013

IGWRT's Sunday Challenge "A Gathering"

Art Work used with Permission by Kathryn Dyche Dechairo
A Gathering

A Beaver moon
does not beguile,
she enchants with honesty

strips bare my wooded refuge,
leaves me vulnerable
beneath spiring, wizened fingers

directing my gaze
toward countless glittering infinities.
I breath deeply, seek not answers

for now is the time to still,
to listen, to store up
beneath a Beaver moon.

by Margaret Bednar, September 15, 2013

This is for Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Sunday Challenge featuring artist Kathryn Dyche Dechairo of "Listening to the Whispers".


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11 comments:

  1. LaTonya BaldwinSeptember 16, 2013 at 7:35 AM

    to listen, to store up- Need this.

    Polar opposite directions and for that I like this even more.

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  2. Kathryn DycheSeptember 16, 2013 at 9:47 AM

    What a beautiful read this morning. I especially love that last stanza.

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  3. HelenSeptember 16, 2013 at 10:08 AM

    Beautiful, Margaret ... wizened fingers is an apt description.

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  4. Kerry O'ConnorSeptember 16, 2013 at 10:33 AM

    I love the notion of a beaver moon! Your descriptions are stark and very effective.

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  5. gabrielleSeptember 16, 2013 at 11:28 AM

    Stripped bare, November is the time for deep listening under a beaver moon. Inspired writing that evokes the stillness and quiet reflection of the months to come.

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  6. GraceSeptember 16, 2013 at 6:39 PM

    I like the imagery of standing still, listening beneath a beaver moon ~ Lovely share Margaret ~ Thanks for participating ~

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  7. Susie ClevengerSeptember 16, 2013 at 11:44 PM

    So beautiful...so much to store up under the Beaver Moon

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  8. Ginnie HartSeptember 17, 2013 at 3:10 AM

    And now that all your kids are "out of the nest" at some time during the school week, I would imagine that being "still" is a new experience for you, Margaret? :)

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  9. G-ManSeptember 17, 2013 at 8:39 AM

    My cat's name is Beaver...:-)

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  10. AnonymousSeptember 17, 2013 at 8:57 AM

    Sometimes being still, breathless, is healing..... Your poem is so calm and exudes that feeling of relaxed bliss... Quite enchanting...

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  11. Vanessa Victoria KilmerSeptember 17, 2013 at 12:21 PM

    Wonderful thoughts to lead us into a quieter time of year.

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