Cleansing
It's captured in a sigh
this first blush of day -
nursling of eve's brooding sky
and midnight rain,
where tired dreams
and tiny thoughts
evaporate
with mountain mist -
become buoyant
beyond my window;
wish (or two) refreshed
with a swish of mares' tails.
by Margaret Bednar, August 25, 2016
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Music with Marian - Little Tiny". Our inspiration the above song. I hope you enjoy the above song by Brandi Ediss. She is also a photographer HERE
Note: Mares' tails are wispy, ethereal clouds with a classic trailing shape
12 comments:
Oh! Margaret, how beautiful.
Lovely lines:
'where tired dreams
and tiny thoughts
evaporate
with mountain mist'!
This is a breath of loveliness, Margaret - from "nursling of eve's brooding sky" to the mare's tails swishing at its end, a poem of both sunlit dawn and evening rain. A beautiful one. Thanks for sharing.
Nice images i enjoyed this
much love...
This is so beautiful, Margaret. I can feel that tiny sigh.
I'm glad you put that sigh in your first sentence, because it was breathtaking in her song
I like the way you took the mood of this song and lifted it up with the swish of the mare's tail. Lovely.
This has some gorgeous images, Margaret. I love the swish of the mare's tail.
This is very pretty. You took a neat direction with the prompt. It feels like it can be a metaphor for starting things afresh after seeing that the only barriers were the ones you created in your mind.
I do love how you turned that melancholy into a fresh start... the mare's tail, what a wonderful sound to close with.
This is my kind of poem. Love it.
Very nice.
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