sounds like an unwanted interruption by someone very insensitive

but such is family life

While she was collecting
Rosemary and mint,
- He broke the moment -
With noisy music
And cynical coping

I agree with Felix :) ... one could almost see the mother and child nesting on the sofa :).
A wonderously woven tapestry of words!
Thanks!
Sandy

Noise annoys, yet even behind noise we can hear silence...

You write so well! Lovely
and darn the interruption.
Thanks for visiting my den!
Hugs
Dale

Loved the peaceful moment until reality crashed in. Great write. Liz

I read this three times Axolea and it kept getting better with each write, for some reason or another I pictured a mother and child snuggled to gether in a magaical moment only to be disturbed by a loud husband or father. Still the moments captured seemed magical to me.

fee

Axilea - You are an expert in bringing the reader into the moment:

Her arm
Curled-at-rest
Softens the cover of my book
And even its contents bend
In the middle of a grey...
Afternoon.

and in leaving the reader with something that makes them wonder and think. - David

Beautiful, Axilea, all of the senses come alive under your alchemic spell. :) Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

"A time for liquid rest"....awesome line here that has my mind rotating the different choices of resting liquidly. Fun words.
Your poetry is strong and leaves your reader wanting another and another.
love and blessings,
Susan

reality sometimes suck,but the thoughts were nice while they lasted,
missed reading you,nice write as usual,
stan

Axilea,

Your poem was a soothing balm, until the end. Quite a transgression to interrupt such a gentle lullaby. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.

Beautiful imagery in this, and such a calm, peaceful write...until "- He broke the moment -
With noisy music
And cynical coping." Excellent writing here.

Rosemary: for remembering—I read that in an Agatha Christie book once. Then there’s mint—that’s for forever, and it will always remind me of my grandmother who couldn’t sleep well without a sprig of it under her pillow, so it’s for her too. Then there’s Rose—that’s easy, it’s love.
Altogether, it makes a fine bundle of promises for any arm and cheek to rest on—the scent, the memories, the sentiments…
The images you paint tug hard at my senses—it’s so innocent, so peaceful/hopeful/tender. And the cadence has a mesmerizing lilt to it—so soft, so dreamy and relaxing.
So it’s quite a shock to get to the end and have the cadence interrupted by abrupt iambs, harsh “k” and ”z-s” consonants, and noisy long “e” and “o” vowels—even “noisy” echoes them in its “nOOO-EEEzEE” diphthong. We’re startled awake, the sweet bundles of fragrance we were watching you rest on were obliterated, and we’re left there with the “oh!” of what it all means echoing in our minds.
So I’m sending you another virtual bundle of goodies, only this one includes Thyme—that’s for courage, bravery and strength; sage from my desert—that’s for long life and wisdom, and I’ll throw a spud in there too—taters always did go well with sage. And cubed and tossed with a little Thyme they’d make a tasty meal. Or, if you’re feeling creative again, you can carve pretty much anything into them…
Wishing you and yours wellness on all levels. Take care. --Charlie