"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Two girls giggle over
pouch of dandelions
newly plucked - stars
sprigs of green, bouquets of
flowers - sun-dried
white eyelets, pink posies
gathered on mounds
this park bench is lark, bed,
secret garden
of imagination-
as gulls swallow
last cup of dimming light
and half-sliced moon
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ReplyDelete"this park bench is lark, bed,
secret garden
of imagination"
This is a poem that just make me smile... what a truly wonderful tie to the title....
ReplyDeleteThat last cup can be all one needs as imagination strikes
ReplyDeleteThis feels like all the best parts of spring with none of the hayfever allergies. Loved this.
ReplyDeletepouch of dandelions
newly plucked - stars
-great lines
as gulls swallow
ReplyDeletelast cup of dimming light... that's such a great image!!
Wonderfully dreamy write, Grace ❤️
ReplyDeleteI love the delicate touch of this poem, Grace! I especially enjoyed:
ReplyDelete'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.
ReplyDeleteEach two lines carry a Spring vision. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteI agree, the closing image is lovely.
ReplyDeleteA lovely write Grace, 'pouch of dandelions
ReplyDeletenewly plucked - stars' can inspire so many giggles :o)
Exquisite...that is all. X
ReplyDeleteAll of the best of spring and hope are in this poem.
ReplyDeleteYour 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.
ReplyDeleteYes, a delicate, filigreed poem. The title is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Toni - and your words are lovely.
ReplyDeleteThey 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.
ReplyDeleteAs well played a poem as an Ellington piano piece!
ReplyDeleteVery 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.
ReplyDeleteWait! - I need to pour a cup of tea and sit back, drinking in these words all evening. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteSung like dreamer.
ReplyDeleteA poem that lifts your spirits. And you've handled it so delicately.
ReplyDeleteThis is light and breezy and dances across the page, giggling as it goes. I can imagine Peter pan dropping by to play.
ReplyDeleteSimple sweet and perfect. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteoh so soft and lovely...i loved that half-sliced moon...!
ReplyDeleteNot much of a "giggler" on my own, but I could see this being mirth provoking. I smile at the genteel nature of this.
ReplyDeleteLove how you tie these simple things to imagination and giggles
ReplyDeleteYou cast a lovely spell with your words. 'as gulls swallow
ReplyDeletelast cup of dimming light' ~ sigh ~ wonder-full.
last cup of dimming light
ReplyDeleteand half-sliced moon
Love the closing. It gives a finality
Hank
If these are a part of your memories....or even if they are not, wonderful write.
ReplyDeleteI liked the idea of the gulls swallowing the half sliced moon. It does look half sliced.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a perfect Spring for a young girl, happiness in nature
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