Welcome to Poetry Party #86!
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 or join our Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks Facebook group and post there.
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! (If you repost the photo, please make sure to include the credit link and link back to this post inviting others to join us).
We began this month with a Community Lectio Divina practice with a passage from Psalm 104 and followed up with our Photo Party on the theme of Kinship with Creation, part four of the Monk Manifesto. (You are most welcome to still participate). We continue this theme in our Poetry Party this month. What are you continuing to discover about your own relationship with Creation? What does the image above evoke for you? Express this through poetry.
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13 Responses
Maybe just for today, I’ll rest here –
in a kind of momentary thought
when the piercing buds of light
no longer feel so angry to my
porcelain skin.
I’ll sprawl out my supine body,
fiercely breathing all hint
of light, hiding behind shadows
of forbidden secrets.
There’s a kind of morning when
even the lusting sky
feels just a little sad.
Not the way one feels after
the visit is over. But sad
like exhausted clouds, having spent
their strength in tears.
There’s a sadness here that is beautiful, Robert. Thank you for sharing!
small still voices
of shushing waves
of wind
running her fingers
through the harp strings
of trees
of the turning of the planet
as night drifts down
love-gifts from the Lord of Love
to children of mud and starlight
Beautiful, Elaine…”of mud and starlight” captures it well.
Nature’s doorway
An invitation
Come and see
Nature’s plenty
One turn of the knob
All welcome
Nature’s threshold
Thins the veil
Making one world
Nature’s blessing
Fall in fall in
And be
This is so great, Carolyn!
When’s the last time your soft body rested against wood warmed by spring sun?
Protected from wind, rain & the fickleness of our speedy times.
When’s the last time you curled up, protected from others’ opinions or the dictates of a tyrannical to-do list?
When’s the last time the sun seeped through your shell while patiently awaiting the prompt of inner guidance?
Powerful questions, Meg. I will ponder the answers!
the exquisite spiral of beauty
timeless time entwined
like the fish story immortal
and the tear dropping in sunlight
Beautiful, Rosemarie!
i like
the hushed indrawn moment when
the evening fire first catches hold…
I like the word “indrawn,” makes me think of things cozy, silent, and “aaahhh…” Thank you, Bruce!
“lock upon my garden gate
a snail
thats what it is…”
thanks!
for the “chance” key to a memory garden…
;+)