Simple things that come to light
Like fireflies dancing in the night
Rheumatoid fingers of the great oak
Gnarled with time that gently poke
The mist of fog upon the land
And common grounds of God and man
Pondering on this nature trail
Words that come and never pale
Beauty in this peaceful marsh
Wrapped in arms of fog that wash
City smut from lids left heavy
Feet that whisper pads to levy
Wages free with no pretext
Peace and quiet, none to vex
Imaginings that come and go
Let it in and out it flows
Breaths so pure
On these moist grounds
Crickets kiss their legs for sound
Ghost of the woman, hair of moss
Draping in grays, nothing the cost
To witness this canvas
Of nature sublime
Before it is lost
From wages of time
To witness this canvas
Of nature sublime
Before it is lost
From wages of time ...
Love the enduring nature of your imagery here, Susan. I was walking the Dorset cliffpath today and came across a stone seat which someone had erected as a memorial. On it were engraved words from Dylan Thomas: "Time passes. Listen. Time passes". Like this poem, we do well to pay attention, watch and listen while we still can... TY and bless you, Kate xx
The powerful images serve to enhance the mood created by your verses, Susan. I also appreciate the attention to rhyme and rhythm. Well done. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
Your instant rhyming and choice of thought
Creates envy of an ability I have naught.
Your memories of Savannah haven't been wiped out, yet
in that Tampa heat and humidity and hustle/bustle.
Good to read you, again. - Bill
It is good to open up my mail to see your name once again on the new postings...you have been missed and this brillant piece is a great example why. Welcome back dear one...
hugs
Fee
Hi Susan - i enjoyed this - effective metre and rhyme, beautiful images, peaceful read - 'City smut from lids left heavy' - liked this line especially, Nicky x
What imagery, Susan, instantly draws the reader in and makes them see nature in a whole new way! Stunning lines: "rheumatic fingers of the great oak" my fave. AWESOME write!
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Of nature sublime
Before it is lost
From wages of time ...
Love the enduring nature of your imagery here, Susan. I was walking the Dorset cliffpath today and came across a stone seat which someone had erected as a memorial. On it were engraved words from Dylan Thomas: "Time passes. Listen. Time passes". Like this poem, we do well to pay attention, watch and listen while we still can... TY and bless you, Kate xx
Pastoral, ethereal imagery
Regards
Dai
love Tinka
Regis
Ron
Ted
Creates envy of an ability I have naught.
Your memories of Savannah haven't been wiped out, yet
in that Tampa heat and humidity and hustle/bustle.
Good to read you, again. - Bill
Blessings and Light ...
Richard
hugs
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Of nature sublime
Before it is lost
From wages of time
Something we should all be doing - before it's too late.