Sunday, October 9, 2011

My Bell

My Bell

Binoculars swing 
on the hat-rack 
back from the garden
beside the pond lilies 
where swallows darted
rambunctious in flight
ballroom dancers
I admired dip and glide

trudged along fallow shore
past an obsolete automobile
looked for a crumb of peace
a listen for bell call to vespers
home now I brew some tea
envision swallows dancing
I've found my peace
my bell

11 comments:

  1. I like that Willow... we all have bells, don't we?

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  2. Beautiful! This 'wordle collection' arouses a nostalgic twinge.

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  3. That is lovely! I really like how you have used the wordle words, the ending has a real feel of peace about it.

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  4. A lovely poem Willow.There is an air of serenity running throughout.

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  5. Mmmm...tea. I'd love to join you for a cup. Adding a call to vespers creates a possible setting and adds to the feeling of serenity mjshorts mentions. Excellent write!

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  6. Willow, Sweet. I really like "binoculars swing on the hat rack", like they are ready for another adventure.

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  7. You've done a brilliant job using the wordle words, Willow! Your poem flows so beautifully!

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  8. Wonderful, Willow. I can't imagine that I didn't comment before. We all want a 'crumb of peace,' I think.

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  9. Hi. This is beautiful. I really like the idea of looking for a crumb of peace. penny

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  10. Love your style! You have a new fan! Beautiful work here, I'm happy to have stumbled across you :)

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  11. Lovely and peaceful. I love this whole scene. The nature and the taking care with tea and peace. Love it!

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