Here it is a misty morning where Dixie shines through grays
Its like a spring time blossom, not like a cold damp day
The sun is on the other side just like a bright new smile
Except for cloaks of milky foam t'would be a day so fine
Now and then a sparkle , a string all golden bred
Shoots through like jeweled silk strung out on liquid thread
It rains a mist of silver and when a palm extends
It dresses down the fingers and to the heart it bends
Funny how a day becomes much more for a thought
When beads of fluid love is palmed , caressed, absorbed and caught
Weekend days in Dixie , all warm and not forgotten
Another memory stays with me.. steeped in gentle cotton
Dressed in kind with softness right against the flesh
Emotionally enamored by days that seem to mesh
The likeness of yesterday, the dejavu of bliss
I love the dreary days like this and all the times I missed
Wallowing indoors, rummaging through things
Opening the rusted tears and wakening old dreams.
Perfect rainy Sunday poem! My roots are in the South on my daddy's side tho I've never been and share Felix' wish to travel there. "...It rains a mist of silver and when a palm extends/It dresses down the fingers and to the heart it bends..." Brilliant metaphor throughout, Susan. Thank you...
A beautiful and treasured rummage through our heirlooms and presents from our golden past...
You invoke the spirit of memory and recall in this touching composition...
Peter
Such warm and wonderful images that make me wish I could hop a plane and find out if all the great things I have heard in my lifetime about the south are true. Who knows, maybe someday I will have to jump on my bike and just ride the winds south away from the ice and snow into the sun. Thank you for sharing such pleasant and warm thoughts dear Sue.
FEe
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2006
Love the first line. Love the images of sifting through these treasures long hidden. Love this poem.
The words and image show a refined, balanced atmosphere reflecting an era of life that is a reward bestowed to those who have shown excellence, perseverance and wit. It can only be thoroughly be enjoyed if achievements have been reached without violating universal law, with agile and determined minds that have seen the Light and were embraced by it.
Outstanding southern poetry at its best Susan. I really liked this piece, and the view in the painting…well it reminded me of the view of Little Tybee…minus the pines…Oh, BTW there truly is something coming from the eastern horizon soon….
Allen
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You invoke the spirit of memory and recall in this touching composition...
Peter
FEe
RAge
Allen
A pleasure to read and experience!
Thank you!
Love,
eT
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Opening the rusted tears and wakening old dreams
just wow speachless