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
I like that Willow... we all have bells, don't we?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! This 'wordle collection' arouses a nostalgic twinge.
ReplyDeleteThat is lovely! I really like how you have used the wordle words, the ending has a real feel of peace about it.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem Willow.There is an air of serenity running throughout.
ReplyDeleteMmmm...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!
ReplyDeleteWillow, Sweet. I really like "binoculars swing on the hat rack", like they are ready for another adventure.
ReplyDeleteYou've done a brilliant job using the wordle words, Willow! Your poem flows so beautifully!
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Willow. I can't imagine that I didn't comment before. We all want a 'crumb of peace,' I think.
ReplyDeleteHi. This is beautiful. I really like the idea of looking for a crumb of peace. penny
ReplyDeleteLove your style! You have a new fan! Beautiful work here, I'm happy to have stumbled across you :)
ReplyDeleteLovely and peaceful. I love this whole scene. The nature and the taking care with tea and peace. Love it!
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