a rural moment in a city day
when neighbors are still rubbing sleepy eyes;
the children haven't tumbled out to play.
A rural moment in a city day
heart's sanctuary; quiet spirit sighs.
The children haven't tumbled out to play,
creating small new worlds with brave cries.
Heart's sanctuary; quiet spirit sighs.
Caressing breeze, waves of cicada song
creating small new worlds with brave cries.
Expect this refuge not to last too long.
Caressing breeze, waves of cicada song.
Ignore the random slams and engine roars.
Expect this refuge not to last too long,
a brief escape through open, friendly doors.
Ignore the random slams and engine roars.
Clear choice: reside in close community.
A brief escape through open, friendly doors
where leaves and shadows dance, a sip of tea.
Clear choice: reside in close community.
When neighbors are still rubbing sleepy eyes,
where leaves and shadows dance, a sip of tea
a yard may be a private paradise.
(c) Cecilia Reid Driscoll 2010
"Broken and Beautiful" by Mark Schultz is a song I listened to once or twice. Also of course "Morning Has Broken." I don't usually like broken things. But they can be used to make mosaics, which I do love.
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ReplyDeleteI had no idea you were writing poetry on a blog! I accidentally came upon this when we both wrote a comment on Amy's blog and I thought that person in the little picture looked familiar. These poems are BEAUTIFUL! Good for you. You definitely have the gift of words.
Wow! Cecilia, you are nailing this style of poem. I love the way you're staying with it and just layering and layering. "A sip of tea", "Clear choice", "Ignore the random slams and engine roars"...you know how to write a line worth repeating.
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Thank you, Susan, and Amy! I am so inspired by you both.
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