Pink Lake Hillier, Western Austrailia
I change the snowdrops
with sunny skies & lush trees
Here, my mind is pink
Tiding of flamingo calls
And my feet, greening with buds
~0~0~0~
I float away
My eyes tracing the sky
The lake bears me soft
as mother's hand on my cheek
humming a half-lullaby
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Transforming Friday Hosted by Hannah
and Poetry Jam - Quiet Hosted by Peggy ~ I am trying to get back to my writing groove after a break ~ Thanks for the visit ~
Dear this sounds amazing and the picture too:)
ReplyDeleteYour poems DO lift me up, Grace. I feel like I am floating above the natural beauty below....and can hear that lullaby in the distance! Good to see you. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteGood to see you back . . . I seem to be struggling to write at the moment. Think its this time of year.
ReplyDeleteThe concept of a half lullaby is so intriguing.. actually I feel it's so much better than the full lullaby in some ways... Your tanka always make me happy.
ReplyDeleteHappy in pink...well done.
ReplyDelete"I change the snowdrops
ReplyDeletewith sunny skies & lush trees
Here, my mind is pink" - A perfect read for a gray Friday morning! I enjoyed the beauty and positivity.
your mood is whimscal and delightful i enjoyed both poems Grace
ReplyDeletemuch love...
so beautiful and lovely flamingos woven in the poem
ReplyDeleteWow, such vibrant water and lovely, soothing words.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful words, Grace ~~~
ReplyDeletecan I keep the snowdrops? :)
ReplyDeleteYou can change all the snow everywhere, works great for me
ReplyDeletePink mind and half lullaby- intriguing concepts. I'm glad you're back, Grace, you started something when you asked us to write as one dead. I've been writng bone poems since!
ReplyDeleteI love the flamingo calls and feet greening with buds. Very tropical!
ReplyDeleteIn the first I love the organic transformation and in the second the lulling nurturing tone...both gorgeous, Grace...thank you so much for joining the challenge!
ReplyDeleteAhhh. Borne softly in that half-lullaby. Beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteI like this Grace. Both poems convert a feeling of quiet. I like the photo as well.
ReplyDeleteAs softly as treading the water and so quietly too! Nice to see back Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Lovely and evocative - exquisite images . . . the closing lines, so soothing.
ReplyDeleteGrace this is so beautiful.
ReplyDeletewow, I had no idea until I looked it up just now, the lake really is pink… how astonishing!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, comforting.
ReplyDeletelove the color
ReplyDeleteDear Grace
ReplyDeleteI love your metaphors!
Pleasure to read your poems!
Greetings
JetteMajken
so comforting. very beautiful! xo Grace.
ReplyDeletewow...beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOf course you can use any of my blog:)
ReplyDeleteWe have had a lot of snow I would like to change
ReplyDeletethe color to a soft pink shade..
God!! id this is reality, heaven lies in Australia!!!
ReplyDeleteur verses are too beautiful!
Pink lake .... wow :-o
ReplyDeletesoft and sweet Grace. Be Well
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work, Grace.
ReplyDeletea mother's hand, a lullaby - this lake really is unbelievable.
ReplyDelete..a pink mind (for me that is a happy state of mind - but I think my 7 year old boy would argue with me :)
pink is such a vibrant color...
ReplyDeletei like the gentleness of the second one...
the first for me...def like my flamingos...and reminds me of good
beach memories....
gorgeous pair ~
ReplyDeletePink is so bright and happy colour, nice lines :)
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