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| Acrylic Painting by Margaret Bednar |
Bees, like amber drops, roll in the petals
their buzz industrious, not threatening,
my childhood phobia placated.
(I avoided flowers,
tiptoed through dandelion patches
afraid of being stung)
Perhaps it's the Adirondack chair
and the sun, both slanted just so
as to make movement nigh impossible
(like the stone bunny next to me).
Mid-summer I'm supine, moony;
observe crows at forest edge,
breath in fresh-cut grass,
mower’s distant whir a lullaby,
content to cloud watch,
thoughts shape-shifting spiritual mirages..
Perhaps it's part dehydration,
swear I'm floating on angel wings,
weightless, prayer frivolous
as I childishly plea summer never end...
and the bees drone on.
By Margaret Bednar, August 8, 2018
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman - Piggyback Poems".
The first line is from The Roses a poem featured in American Primitive - poems by Mary Oliver
12 comments:
'Languid' is once of those words that melt on the tongue, Margaret, and so fitting for this poem. I love the line from the Mary Oliver poem but I also love the lines:
'Perhaps it's the Adirondack chair
and the sun, both slanted just so'
and
'breath in fresh-cut grass,
distant whir of mower a lullaby'
which really evoke that summer feeling.
And the ending has come full circle with the bees!
This read nice, Margaret. A lazy languid poem for a languid lazy summer day. I'm relaxed. The rabbit reminds me of all the bunnies we have here. Alligators too, mostly in the ponds.
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You have captured midsummer to perfection, Margaret. And i love your wonderful painting of the bunny in the garden.
Beautifully crafted..such shining imagery
a lovely lazy languid poem. I love the watching the clouds! On the other hand, I plead for summer to end. But I used to love to take naps to the sound of the neighbor mowing her grass - 'breath in fresh-cut grass,
distant whir of mower a lullaby' That too me is ultimate expression of summer.
Such an exquisite summer scene — I can hear the bees droning in your words. I like the way the words flow here in a relaxing rhythm. It's like "floating on angel wings".
Beautiful.
-HA
Perhaps it's part dehydration,
swear I'm floating on angel wings,
weightless, prayer frivolous ...
I really like these lines, especially prayer frivolous ... and then the childish plea ...
this is a lazy day summer poem ... soft and as easy as clouds just meandering by ... and yup, the slant of those Adirondack chairs just means you end up being stuck ... for better or worse ... and clearly, this is just one of those never-ending midsummer moments ... lovely poem Margaret. :)
It is comforting to hear the drone of the bees. I enjoyed your write.
gorgeous choice of first lines and the way you flew with it into summer, flowers, dreamy bees
Your description is sublime, Margaret, and I love your painting too. The first line fits seamlessly into the whole.
I am new to Toads -- have been with dVerse for a number of years and that's how I found my way here. This is an absolutely delightful post. I love the slanting of the Adirondack chair and the sun...and the stone bunny. Tis a summer melody with shapeshifting dreams and clouds - wonderful imagination and imagery. I adore Mary Oliver, so you had me at the start -- and then the circular return to the bees. :)
"and the bees drone on" - Perfect ending for this dreamy, lovely poem of summer.
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