You stand at the edge of the field
Like an eagle inhaling the moment
Of dewdrops in the winter darkness
Under your feet, a garden grows
Shrubs, vines and flowers stretching
With each footfall, sure of their direction
Above your sky, a magnificent castle rises
Turrets strike out gold, silver and copper lights
With each spire, an architect’s dream becomes true
Before you, a forest speaks your language.
The moon tide is calling. A flare leaps like a
Signal from a distant mountain top.
Close your eyes and fall.
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub : Creativity
oh, do like the mood tide... gentle piece
ReplyDeleteThank you wolfrosebud ~
Deleteclose your eyes and fall....lovely end...the forest does speak my language...ha...that whole stanza is a bunch of me...or how i think and all...
ReplyDeletewith each footfall*...i wish i could be that sure...more times than not it is more the leap...
Yes, sometimes a leap of faith ~ Thanks Brian ~
Deleteclosing the eyes and fall..sometimes it's just that.. and we never know where the leap takes us...
ReplyDeleteWe have to trust that we will end up in a magical place ~ Thanks Claudia ~
DeleteI like the shift back and forth from heaven to earth. Writing like falling . . . indeed.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed ~ Thank you
DeleteSo true that we have to follow the flow, trust and fall. A vivid exploration of the inner voice and a wonderful reminder of the process. Thanks so much for joining us!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the wonderful prompt Anna ~
DeleteOh so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ayala ~
DeleteVery lovely,,,haunting,,,an invitation and a promise,,,
ReplyDeleteThank you Ellecee ~
DeleteClose your eyes and RISE! that is what the falling is, and why the garden is growing and moving while you speak. Totally brilliant!!!!
ReplyDeleteYes, rise and leap ~ Thanks Susan ~
Deleteoutstanding.
ReplyDeleteThank you Robert
DeleteBefore you, a forest speaks your language.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughts here, Grace, definitely speaking my language.
Thank you Nico ~
DeleteJust beautiful Grace, really beauty:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Gloria ~
DeleteGrace, I am totally in love with the last line... beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Miriam ~
DeleteAh - a real sense of momentum here - or should I say swoop-- k.
ReplyDeleteI like the swoop K ~ Thanks ~
DeleteOh this is amazing! The ending is absolutely stunning and I closed my eyes for a second and thought of seeing everything you wrote backwards as I'm falling. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Gretchen ~ I was imagining myself in this manner as I write it ~
DeleteAmazing write of "winging it" with romantic scenic overtones ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you Katy ~
DeleteReally, Grace... this is amazing. I love the free-fall metaphor... we do have to take that leap of faith as writers & go where our flow takes us, don't we?
ReplyDeleteYes we do Laurie ~
DeleteJust le everything go and take the leap, can be applied to many things in life. Your words sure take flight, hope you have a great night!
ReplyDeleteAh so good. So very very good. Love the feel of this piece.
ReplyDeleteGrace, this sounds so magical. Beautifully wrought!
ReplyDelete...close your eyes and fall... sometimes in life trusting is the best surrender... excellent Grace... smiles...
ReplyDeletebeautiful I want to fall into this place
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely image you have created. Love it!
ReplyDeletelovely...haunting...magical...all wrapped up in one.
ReplyDelete"Close your eyes and fall." - yes, that's the only way to creativity, as far as i'm concerned
ReplyDeletevery beautifully expressed, the whole
Oh that opening stanza is heavenly and then you just float all the way through until you fall...just stunning!
ReplyDeleteif a poet falls in the forest we can hear her =)
ReplyDeleteVery cool blog. Interesting posts. ;)
ReplyDeleteNice atmosphere guests with you here on the blog. ;]
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Sometimes I can feel the grasses and the bark of trees underneath my talons when in my previous life as an Eagle, I perched when not soaring, scoping the wonder of my home dressed in Nature's colors being shared by others.
ReplyDeleteI tilt my head with my white feathered crown looking down and plead: please take care of our home, let me play in my azure sky and fish in the pristine clear waters.
Gracias
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When the New Year came in, to make her nest
So did a bird of prey to our poor chicken coup
Pecking to death one bird and leaving the rest
infected with mites that brought itch
into our house.
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Your beautiful poem inspired my biographic note,
where nature was not so beautiful.
But your words are relieving and lifting -- a nice escape.
BTW, I could not tell who "You" is in this poem.
"You" is like an eagle, standing on a garden, looking into the sky before a forest.
Is it the reader? Is it another bird's wing? If so, watch out for the eagles and the hawks! :-)
"Close your eyes and fall. " - loved it !!!
ReplyDeleteYour last line is a stunner! It reminds me so much of how I became a poet; it wasn't something I chose, rather something I fell into.
ReplyDeleteI love the way this flows...it gave me a peaceful feeling :)
ReplyDeleteThis felt like part of my process... absorb the wonders of the natural world, imagine them into new incarnations, and then write about it. Terrific imagery, here, Grace.
ReplyDeleteTerrific imagery. Loved the structure which seemed to complement your subject matter so well. Inspiring poetry:-)
ReplyDeleteyour last three lines are just killer. and the whole poem makes them sing. wonderful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write... I especially like the last two stanzas... the forest speaking (I feel that too) and the last line of just closing your eyes and falling. Wonderful metaphor.
ReplyDeleteThe moon tide is calling.
ReplyDeleteA flare leaps like a
Signal from a distant mountain top.
Close your eyes and fall
We often see dreams develop right in front of our eyes but we unfortunately ignore its goodness. That's how I read this. Nicely Grace!
Hank
Delightful. A poem of beauty about beauty and beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of surrendering to the beautiful castle, what wonders wait within ?
ReplyDeleteVery dreamy :)
ReplyDeleteEvocative imagery
ReplyDeletebeautiful imagery, Grace ~ something you excel at!
ReplyDelete♥