westward wind tarries
sea-floral fragrance
rain clouds
slinging its glorious mane
a darkening
of trees sway below gibbous moon
tide recedes
crooning last summer's song
time slips
hushed and gentle like the gazelle. *
Title and last line from Dusk, Gabriela Mistral.
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Sunday's Mini-challenge- Gabriela Mistral
and Poets United ~ Thanks for the visit ~
long shadows of sunset
stole my breath & words-
I drank as a daughter *
Her mother's milk, milk of the palmtrees *
Grace @ Florida Vacation
You captured a very delicate sense of beauty her, Grace. Each couplet is perfectly balanced and self-contained.
ReplyDeletereally great descriptors in this grace...nice allusion as well with the gazelle...they are rather graceful....just hope it stays one step ahead of the predator
ReplyDeleteYou make Gabriela Mistral very proud :-)
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Lovely writing, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely & soothing. It describes gently how time slips away. I like your picture of the sunset ... hope you had a nice vacation, Grace :)
ReplyDeleteHi Grace
ReplyDeleteI love this poem and picture. You touch a nerve!
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Ooo...I love the likening of clouds to that of a mane, Grace! Lovely words, (as always), and that was one of my favorite parts of her poem as well about the gazelle. :)
ReplyDeleteYou have written two beautiful poems, Grace. The photos are stunning too.
ReplyDeleteThe glorious mane of cloud .. That's an image that I really love.. It goes so well with Gabrila's gazelle
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem and lovely vivid images.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love Gsbriela Mistral's poems!
Im sure she would love this Grace!
xo
A very unforgettable read.
ReplyDeleteWhat a capture indeed at your feed, and rub it in a little bit with such a nice beach lol
ReplyDeletethis is beautifully done Grace...lovely
ReplyDeleteSome beautiful imagery, especially the sea singing last summer's song!
ReplyDeletethe rain clouds slinging its glorious mane...it does look like that...nice one !
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoyed your holiday at the beach in Florida.
Wonderful, sooo peaceful. I could feel Florida days slipping through your poem. Grace, you bring honor to Ms Mistral's work.
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p.s. I'm still worrying my entry, we will go to Houston this afternoon for a bit first. Mr Linky will tell. Thank you again for our education and prompt.
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This is so lovely.
ReplyDeletemaybe I ought to give it a go and try to playwith her phrases and thoughts.
Nice prompt.
somehow soothing images captured.
ReplyDeleteGentle, soft passing of time. Beautiful Grace. The Florida photo is lovely too. Hope you had fun.
ReplyDeleteLovely. The visual of the rain and it's mane really struck me.
ReplyDeleteAh! My favorite couplet is the ultimate one, time like a gazelle, slips .... but I love the pile of impressions and I am with you.
ReplyDeleteOh Grace, this reads like a lullaby. You picked Ms. Mistral's best line for your closing. ;-)
ReplyDeleteabsolutely exquisite, Grace..'dusk' is my favorite word..and the verse is so special.
ReplyDeleteI am ready for dusk of summer to pass back to the brutal hand of winter, physically all that arctic freeze helped my pain which is not a glorious thing. Mothers milk from a palm tree, isn't that a coconut? Man they are hard to get out of the womb. hows the vacation going Grace? Getting all relaxed and rested?
ReplyDeleteI haven't visited you before so I thought I had better look at some of your recent work. I was delighted to see there seems to a naiad or watery muse that inspires you, allowing you to create such original work.
ReplyDeleteOh, how amazingly gorgeous!!! :-) I love this poem! :-)
ReplyDeleteMy favorite place, the beach! Hope you're having a fun time and enjoying the beauty of the shore. Be well!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for introducing me to this amazing poet! We were totally cloud covered and thunder stormed last evening, therefore I missed the moon you wrote about (beautifully.)
ReplyDeletesuch a lovely poet, and you honor her well. that moon last night was something... ~
ReplyDeleteTime slips... without doubt. Lovely telling of that fact.
ReplyDeleteA very soft poem. I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteAh, I just got lost in your images, where all senses involved, my fave 'sea-floral fragrance' ~ Lovely :)x
ReplyDeletegreat images grace... loved the daughter drinking the mother's milk of palmtrees and rain clouds slinging its glorious mane.... what a glorious spectacle indeed to watch those clouds
ReplyDeletebeautiful, Grace. Reading this piece was like watching a great cinematography. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou portray a very gentle and subdued movement throughout this piece, Grace, from the winds to the rains and even to time. Such a well balanced and paced picture. Wonderful craft in putting this together. It's interesting that you paint this portrait with darker tones. I usually think of Florida with tones of lightness and busy-ness. This provides a more interesting perspective.
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