Like the moderators of Poetry Thursday, I have been taking a break from writing a poem each Thursday. Yesterday, a poem came knocking as I sat in the backyard to read.
Summer
Fresh air living space
I sit, rest, and watch
Spotted towhees flit here, there
Scrounging the next meal
I sit, rest, and watch
A warm breeze caresses
Wind chimes lull me asleep
My book falls to the ground
A warm breeze caresses
Whirring wings of the hummingbirds
As they send Morse code messages
To each other
The whirring wings of the hummingbirds
Am I dreaming?
A petite energy warehouse
Cupped in my hands and released
Am I dreaming?
Short rapid barks startled me
I awaken. Pick up my book
Surrounded by fresh air living space
Yikes. Sad news. I visited Poetry Thursday to leave my link and found out that Poetry Thursday will be ending in August. Hopefully, someone will pick it up. It is such a cool web page for poetry prompts.
12 comments:
I was there with you in your waking dream. The sounds and the feelings of being somewhere else.
summer dreams full of humming birds = lovely.
the peace and resurrection found on the summers afternoon.. just beautiful.....
Oh, it sounds heavenly, Jone- a beautiful poem- so restful.
Summer afternoons are horrible in Delhi. Seems you are lucky to have great ones.
I enjoyed reading your poem.
Ha! I wrote my PT on hummingbirds. lol Great minds. lol
Rob will keep it alive, thank goodness!
HUGS
sweet:)
Nicely said. The softness and easiness of a fine summer day.
Lovely. very lyrical. :)
very nice.
You evoked the same wonderful feelings I have when I sit out in my back yard enjoying the sun and some peaceful moments with nature...beautiful poem!
Tiel Aisha Ansari and I, Mike McCulley, have created a 'poetry exchange' blog at Totally Optional Prompts , and you are invited to participate.
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