Sunday, September 26, 2010
who is this in the mirror...
I see her
slowly waking from a long lazy stupor,
she sheds layer after layer
of drab woolen garments
opening herself to the fecund promise of September
casting off the last vestiges of solemn sobriety
expectation sun-light gold in her eyes, she steps
into lace and silks - colored freesia, marigold and sky blue
her eyes delight in the fertile vista that is Spring
She is me, I am her - coiled, eager.
~~~
This is not written to the Potluck theme this week. But, just maybe it might fit with a little imagination.
Happy Monday Potluck to all. :))
Love,
Eaton
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I am so thrilled to see you in,
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday, friend...
Beautiful poetry from a lovely soul.
BEST!
Lovely poem. It just makes me wish for spring!
ReplyDeleteTeresa
oh but how i love those drab wolen peices
ReplyDeleteEaton, the photographs on your site are just wonderful. Thank you for sharing them.
ReplyDeleteI do like this poem. Vivid ... and a fine contribution to Potluck! :-)
ooo beautifully written, love it totally!=P
ReplyDelete'fecund promise of September' - yessir. This is a cut above much of what I read, and I read one helluva lot of amateur poetry on a daily basis. I salute you.
ReplyDeleteWarmest Salad
Luke
fecund is a word seldom used- lovely piece..
ReplyDeletebeautiful - love the playful imagery around spring's arrival, especially her stepping
ReplyDeleteinto lace and silks - colored freesia, marigold and sky blue
your poem awakens the spring in me, although we're just into fall... thank you
have fun, friend.
ReplyDeleteI so appreciate your support.
lovely image you paint with your words! :) Happy Potluck to you!:D
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The effect of the silken colors freesia, marigold and sky blue being donned after dull woolen greys and browns made this a stunning piece. Gorgeous poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the support,
ReplyDeleteHope to see you at our potluck next week.
take care.
u r the best.
Beautifully done, vividly picturised Eaton. I loved the last line... a coiled energy ready to spring upon the nature.. Natural... thanks for sharing...
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A clear, colored picture painted in a multi-hued word palat. Nice ... I don't think the poems have to be on theme ... Good choice to share. Thanks! :-)
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Sorry ... that would be palette ...:-)
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