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Amidst a tsunami of baby blues,
I harmonize my thoughts
with distant waves
as freighters
sail past
upon choppy seas
and transparent endless sky,
celebrate springtime's kiss
amongst delicate petals
and people walk by
plan ahead their
days, weeks, years.
whose fragrance upon this hill
is generously shared,
offered freely. Now. Today.
Find myself wishing
this peace was mankind's
important destination.
by Margaret Bednar, September 13, 2013
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Transforming Friday's with Hannah. She shared several beautiful photos of Hitachi Seaside Park, located in Hitachinaka, Ibaraki prefecture, Japan next to the Ajigaura Beach. Yes, quite a mouthful! If you click on the link there is a video showing this hillside resplendent with a sea of blue flowers...
Hanna specifically requested we try to write a poem showing "contrast" and "focus".
Ooo, yes...this is exquisite...the simple beauty and joy found in the now...the big smalls of life contrasted with the BIG to do that's made in the world at large.
ReplyDeleteI love the way this takes shape...the switching of focus and colors...very effective, Margaret!!
Well done...an enjoyable read.
Thank you so much for joining!
I, too, wish peace were man's destination.
ReplyDeleteK
Beautifully written...I so wish man's focus could be on peace...
ReplyDeleteLike the direction you took. And I echo, Susie.
ReplyDeletePositively enticing, Marge! Having hopes of peace to be forthcoming! Nicely!
ReplyDeleteHank
Your incorporation of the word tsunami is so good at conveying the image of the way all these blue flowers could overwhelm the senses. I also liked the use of haiku-like interjections.
ReplyDeleteI love the juxtaposition of the calming and the harried. Very effective. Just a lovely, lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteLove this one Margaret!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, Margaret. I love the way you structured this.
ReplyDeleteYour blog was a beautiful destination today.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of a tsunami of blue and, even more, a destination of peace. Sigh. Beautiful, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteA wash-over of a beautiful perfume that was called Blue Lapis.. I recalled the suave essence yet seductive & sedative pull from past delicacies ~ You've delivered a flowing poem !
ReplyDeleteI don't think there could be a more important one, but so few seem to be even vaguely heading in that direction. the structure here really builds tension, and the finish delivers--especially liked '...transparent endless sky..'really a strong visual.
ReplyDeletehow right you are in your last line.
ReplyDeleteThe philosophy of this poem touches me deeply.
I think you made a winner out of this, Margaret!
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