i don't want to be still & yellow, a thing in blue
light, no, i want to run into the fathomless sky
i hear the heart beats of agile wild cat
beneath city lights, my breathing catches windspell
my mind is a distressed canvas at end of train ride
but by night, i garden words under spell of moonflower
i write down a word or line, let it sit & frolic
in clouds, climb trees - carrying my cup of yearnings
it may seem like a little thing, but it's no secret-
walking with flowery hat brings out smiles, sudden sunset
Flowering Mindscape
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meet Jackie Hurlbert, hosted by Charmed Chaos, Linda Lee Lyberg.
I love the transformation of nightly word gathering... such magic that comes from a flowery hat.
ReplyDeleteI love your interpretation of the painting Grace. Isn't it incredible how different people perceive images and life in general? This is just one of the things I love about writing.
ReplyDelete“but by night, i garden words under spell of moonflower” I adore this line! You’ve chosen one of my favorites of the six....it seems to me so whimsical....and here you are at the end of a commute, frolicking in clouds!
ReplyDeleteThis was so lovely Grace and it made me smile.
ReplyDelete'i write down a word or line, let it sit & frolic
in clouds, climb trees - carrying my cup of yearnings']
Beautiful ����
I like the flower metaphor, like planting seeds and watching them grow.
ReplyDeletebeautiful line: "by night, i garden words under spell of moonflower". i love the mystical environment of dark as inspiration
ReplyDeleteNice line: "but by night, i garden words under spell of moonflower" I like the gardening by moonlight.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Grace. I love the 'breathing catches windspell' and your'cup of yearnings'.
ReplyDeleteOMG we both followed the garden path to arrive at Poetry. Luv your images
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Magical!
ReplyDeleteI particularly liked: "i garden words under spell of moonflower"
I think this painting could be called The Mind of a Poet. This is what you have shown us in your wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the train ride with the days distress... only to come home and ...by night, I garden words under spell of moonflower. Poetry is the glass of wine at the end of a hard day!
I love the flowery hat and all the beauty you found in the garden of words.
ReplyDeleteYou really have brought the image to life in words.
ReplyDeleteA flowery hat sure could bring about smiles indeed
ReplyDeleteI like the way this winds down into complete peacefulness.
ReplyDeleteLovely! :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
Wonderful interpretation of the artwork, Grace! I especially like your central verse of "distressed canvas" mind and gardening words by moonflower :)
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