"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
I love this section:"this park bench is lark, bed, secret gardenof imagination"
This is a poem that just make me smile... what a truly wonderful tie to the title....
That last cup can be all one needs as imagination strikes
This feels like all the best parts of spring with none of the hayfever allergies. Loved this.pouch of dandelions newly plucked - stars-great lines
as gulls swallowlast cup of dimming light... that's such a great image!!
Wonderfully dreamy write, Grace ❤️
I love the delicate touch of this poem, Grace! I especially enjoyed: 'white eyelets, pink posies gathered on mounds'and'last cup of dimming light and half-sliced moon'.
Grace, given the weather, we face, over the next 4 days, this poem is a tonic for the soul. Thank you.
Each two lines carry a Spring vision. Beautifully written!
I agree, the closing image is lovely.
A lovely write Grace, 'pouch of dandelions newly plucked - stars' can inspire so many giggles :o)
Exquisite...that is all. X
All of the best of spring and hope are in this poem.
Your Spring ballads are so uplifting; nd today we are having lengthy sun breaks & splashes--so your song of the season is the perfect soundtrack for the view out my window. Terrific word-smithing per usual--though the best lines have been mentioned--gulls swallowing sunset rays hooked me hard.
Yes, a delicate, filigreed poem. The title is wonderful.
I agree with Toni - and your words are lovely.They remind me of yesterday when I was showing my grandsons how to make daisy chains (although they were more interested in their toys!).Anna :o]
I can just imagine sitting on that park bench...a beautiful poem.
As well played a poem as an Ellington piano piece!
Very pretty -- loved what the gulls drank up. I could imagine you out there drinking it up with them and all the plants as their colors fade as the sun sets.
Wait! - I need to pour a cup of tea and sit back, drinking in these words all evening. Lovely!
Sung like dreamer.
A poem that lifts your spirits. And you've handled it so delicately.
This is light and breezy and dances across the page, giggling as it goes. I can imagine Peter pan dropping by to play.
Simple sweet and perfect. Thanks.
oh so soft and lovely...i loved that half-sliced moon...!
Not much of a "giggler" on my own, but I could see this being mirth provoking. I smile at the genteel nature of this.
Love how you tie these simple things to imagination and giggles
You cast a lovely spell with your words. 'as gulls swallowlast cup of dimming light' ~ sigh ~ wonder-full.
last cup of dimming lightand half-sliced moonLove the closing. It gives a finalityHank
If these are a part of your memories....or even if they are not, wonderful write.
I liked the idea of the gulls swallowing the half sliced moon. It does look half sliced.
It sounds like a perfect Spring for a young girl, happiness in nature
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