I have not posted poetry for ages and found this one that I wrote last year which you might enjoy;
The Wafting Wind
Under a grand oak tree canopy,
dark with shade & fragrant with rich, musty earth,
a flurry of leaves floated & fluttered and fell.
So I climbed upon one
& was carried away by the wafting wind.
Over steep, red rooftops & winding, dusty roads,
past soaring white seagulls & a lonely lighthouse,
where the glittery, turquoise sea meets the soft, yellow sand.
Dancing waves threw salty spray in my eyes and
before I could cry into the sea
the wafting wind lifted my leaf
in a swirl, with a flourish & a twirl.
I was trapped in a sail taut & white,
while sailors pulled ropes below on the wet, shiny deck,
too busy to notice my turbulent flight..
Before I could grasp the weathered, wooden mast,
the wafting wind returned
to carry me back past soaring white seagulls,
over a lonely lighthouse & winding, dusty roads.
Over steep, red rooftops,
to rest under a grand oak tree canopy,
dark with shade & fragrant with rich, musty earth.
Under a grand oak tree canopy,
dark with shade & fragrant with rich, musty earth,
a flurry of leaves floated & fluttered and fell.
So I climbed upon one
& was carried away by the wafting wind.
Over steep, red rooftops & winding, dusty roads,
past soaring white seagulls & a lonely lighthouse,
where the glittery, turquoise sea meets the soft, yellow sand.
Dancing waves threw salty spray in my eyes and
before I could cry into the sea
the wafting wind lifted my leaf
in a swirl, with a flourish & a twirl.
I was trapped in a sail taut & white,
while sailors pulled ropes below on the wet, shiny deck,
too busy to notice my turbulent flight..
Before I could grasp the weathered, wooden mast,
the wafting wind returned
to carry me back past soaring white seagulls,
over a lonely lighthouse & winding, dusty roads.
Over steep, red rooftops,
to rest under a grand oak tree canopy,
dark with shade & fragrant with rich, musty earth.
What a beautiful poem, Patti, a beautiful journey to go on as I read it feeling lights as air, Love, O xxoo
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, just beautiful! I am not a poetry person, but this could certainly be the beginning of a conversion!
ReplyDeleteI really like your new "look" - the waves are gorgeous.
Beautiful poem Patti and I like your new look too. BTW Alan was checking your Blog yesterday and said `Wow! Patti's Artwork is excellent' - first time he has noticed your slideshow :)
ReplyDeleteAh to fly in the wind on the back of a leaf. What a lovely imaginative poem, full of joy and a titch of fear,and then to be returned to where one began. You have as gracious a way with words as you do with paint. Be well and thank you for your comments on my blog re; my sister in law's death. Blessings, suki
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