Acceptance
What is it that whispers from forest's edge,
wooing with winsome charm and fawn-like shyness;
from narrow shadowy paths tucking themselves
between mountain boulders and bursting rhododendrons
modestly giving way to a boldness, a distant vastness
of vibrant greens, slate blues, fading grays
that takes my breath away?
What is it that calms from old fishing shore,
tickling and tempting toes to journey further
into a coolness that laps knees, belly button, shoulders
as swirling concentric circles are sent forth from fingertips
playing ocean's surface?
I guess it's a reverence, a bit child-like; sensitive,
even hesitant as I listen for answers to questions
I keep deep inside, some since childhood -
find I can release a few upon time worn path,
mountain breeze, some upon ever-expanding ripples
not needing a solution after-all.
by Margaret Bednar, June 15, 2018
Playing along with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - What the ... a nod to Walt Whitman"
7 comments:
the world offers so many questions, and the answers are not always forcoming. So much to think about and to be in gratitude for. I loved your poem.
Lovely, Margaret. I strayed to the wooded banks of the Rio Grand at Big Bend National Park. So peaceful, no wall envisioned back then. We could wade across to Mexico or stay dry by hopping into the rowboat taxi and cross by pulling the rope hooked on the pulley at the other side.
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"What is it that calms from old fishing shore"...sigh so lovely!!💞
Love those questions you keep since childhood... maybe keeping them alive without answers is what really counts.
I so enjoyed this, Margaret. Much to my grandchildrens' dismay I revert to childish nuttiness when I see a deer, and there are many of them here in Bend. Happy Father's Day to your man.
A lovely thoughtful reverent poem, Margaret, thank you so much for participating in the prompt with this sweet offering. k.
A reverence can definitely pave the way for such curious colors and imagery. A thoroughly enjoyable verse. :-)
-HA
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