Welcome to the Abbey’s Poetry Party #58!
I select an image and suggest a theme/title and invite you to respond with your own poem. Scroll down and add it in the comments section below. Feel free to take your poem in any direction and then post the image and invitation on your blog (if you have one), Facebook, or Twitter, and encourage others to come join the party! (permission is granted to reprint the image if a link is provided back to this post).
In the northern hemisphere we are entering the season of summer – a time of ripeness and illumination. Write a poem this week in celebration of summer’s glories and gifts. Let’s savor and relish the world’s fullness together through the written word.
36 Responses
Sometimes the wind blows so
hard,
To let go would surely mean
a flight over the horizon ~
And sometimes the breezes are so
calm and hot,
I’m certain we’ll melt right
into the deck.
But always, just often enough
are the perfect days ~
cool, steady wind,
sparkling, friendly seas
when Lady O’ lays down and
moves through the water
as she was meant to do ~
This is sailing.
cjs 7-84
Summer’s Dare
Delicious…couldn’t you just drink the blue sky?
Adventures…down every windy dusty road.
Refresh…why not roll on the green grass?
Entertain…the bee the birds and your passions.
I DARE you…
to participate in the splendor of summer.
gwp 6/11/2012
Your writing is akin to a condensed hummingbird blossom, rich in nectar and invitation. Thank you for alerting me about this site! Bless you, Genora ~
August is the cruelest month
Not April
My husband of forty-one years
The theologian, the teacher
Called from his silent thirty day retreat
To say he was not coming home
He planned to live on his sail boat
Our marriage was annulled
Yet August came again
Offering me transformation
Transformation
mid-summer
The smell of roses fill the air
and Iris dance in the twilight
of Mid-summer evening
Children race through
the meadow, rings of daisy’s
crown their heads
Creator smiles
blows blessing on the wind
bringing forgetfulness
of winter past
Ruth Jewell ©June 2012
Looking Out
Tide is out.
I stand on beach expanse
Looking out to sea.
Pelicans shine over water
Knowing what’s below
Waters fraught with fish
Or not.
Behind me, unnoticed
Is the wall of what I know,
Mysteries taken for granted,
Volumes of substance experienced and not.
It may as well not exist.
At this time
I’m looking out to sea.
The Port of My Call
When did I learn that light
fills my sails with warmth?
When did I learn that turning
makes the wind my ally?
and when did I learn to trust
without a compass?
The heavy laden urban air cries out for
cleansing…so it can once again bathe in the summer sun
while the distracted dwellers below cannot breathe
and cry out for cancer cures
for they have forgotten the summer sun
and how it shines.
Season of Proclamation
From the silence of winter’s contemplation,
Through the whisper of spring’s awareness,
Bursts the shout of summer:
Bloom!
Flourish!
Shine!
Proclaim!
I’ve just opened my journal, and…
I have no idea what I’m going to write,
but the morning air is fresh and cold
like the inside of our old refrigerator was, when,
as a child, I opened its door in summer, sometimes
finding an egg custard pie, sprinkled with nutmeg,
and as I ate and licked my fingers, how cool
it felt to my lips, throat and tummy,
and my feet were cool on the linoleum floor,
and I felt a fan blowing through the kitchen,
sucking a breeze through the screen door,
where the night before a luna moth hung
trembling. Well, I can’t bring it all back,
but this moment, I remember my mother with love.
Jesus rising shining my face
Jesus filling the air.
Jesus leading me into the mountains,
Holding me safely there.
Just what I needed to hear this morning. Thank you, Margo!