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This poem is a fresh breeze.
This poem is a comforting hug.
This poem sheds a tear.
This poem is morning's mist
ascending mountain's valley,
buoyantly poising upon her crowns
before soaring freely skyward.
This poem is a mother's arms,
reassuring, a tender stroke
upon weary cheek, soothing words
gently whispered, eyes adoring.
This poem is a light
that doesn't flicker, memories
fostering confidence, a love
that nurtures, guides... lets go.
This poem soars upon a fresh breeze.
This poem heartens with a comforting hug.
This poem nurtures as it sheds a tear.
by Margaret Bednar, February 21, 2019
Morning's mist is also supposed to be a metaphor for a child... The poem is a "Boomerang Metaphor" poem created by Hanna Gosselin a few years back. I have linked up with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman - Hannah's Boomerang Metaphor Form".
I am a bit behind in visiting and commenting on a few poetry challenges and I will be getting to that today. I have been busy organizing and getting ready to pack for the move to our house we purchased - our back yard is a beautiful view of the Blue Ridge Mountains and I can't wait to share them with you. I also have two new puppies - Irishdoodles, 13 weeks old and they are keeping me hopping as well!
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| This is Red with my son. Irishdoodle - we also have his brother, Blue. |
