Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Gift of Poetry



soft cadence of words
music notes in my mind 
one cold morning, unbidden

falls in my hands, like snowflakes 
caressing the copper leaves
veiling lush forest in white dust

quiet time of reflection, 
pulse to live fully in the moment,
before the winter past of regret

bury the sun freckled seeds 
under dark hollowed trees,
unknowing of its potent spell 

cautiously, 
i open the poetry box 
and let its spirit wring my soul


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  A Gift


The itch to write came to me late last year.  After years of reading books, I was intrigued to try writing prose and poetry.   I am still learning the craft as I have no experience at all in writing, much less in poetry.    It take time for me to write (a torture I must admit) but the words have been flowing since I have learned to trust my muse.    The past months have been an exciting journey for me as I am trying out new forms and styles of writing.   Thanks for the visit.     


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11 comments:

  1. Your journey to write is a productive one. You have a natural talent..cautiously, i open the poetry box and let its spirit wring my soul...I love this line...wonderful work!

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  2. Nice - I particularly like the image of morning falling into one's hands

    one cold morning, unbidden

    falls in my hands, like snowflakes
    caressing the copper leaves
    veiling lush forest in white dust

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  3. I love your poem and I am so happy you are on this journey! Your view is amazing...so many beautiful lines:

    "bury the sun freckled seeds
    under dark hollowed trees,
    unknowing of its potent spell"

    There is magic in your view; thank you for sharing your gift! :D

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  4. Gosh, this is exquisite. From the day landing like a snowflake in the palm, and the poetry as a secret box waiting to be opened.

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  5. You wrote well,, and keep writing.
    God bless u.

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  6. Grace- This is absolutely amazing... each stanza can stand alone or be joined together. I especially like the first one.

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  7. "bury the sun freckled seeds
    under dark hollowed trees,
    unknowing of its potent spell"

    I love this!

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  8. Trust your Muse - you write as if you have been writing for years. You write beautifully. I love this poem!!!!

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  9. Hard to believe you have been writing only a short time. You are a fast learner and a talented poet. Very nice poem.

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