The Invitation
I remember when you braided daisies,
wove them gently through your hair,
spun, unbridled -
remember when your tangled tresses
framed a face
flush with hope and sun.
Beneath today's clear blue sky,
will you take my hand and learn
to dream again?
by Margaret Bednar, (original Nov, 2012) updated April 7, 2014
This is a remake of an old poem I wrote back in November of 2012. I find the old one rather clunky, didn't really capture what I wanted to express. I think this version is closer.
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7 comments:
Yes! She will; she will.
definitely.. :)
There's a deep sense of love's history here, perhaps a mother's with her child, but also the simple gifting of one heart to another over time. The images are so tender and real that they remain because they're fleeting. Nice images with the post too, love the new header.
Love the hopefulness that those times can be recaptured. Beautiful.
This is very musical,Margaret, both in its wording and in cadence, and has a great sense of lightness. Love is best when it can float like this, and carry us along.
Lightness is the word that I thought of, too. Really lovely work, Margaret.
Oh this is brilliant. It makes me think of my daughters when they were little. I miss those days.
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