Seed: I am shown the way
I stand on a bluff between two trees. One living. One dead.
Gazing over the precipice
I long for dragonfly, flitting in the distance, to come my way.
Perched on the tree stump within my grasp,
ladybug waits for me to notice. She rests on my finger.
Connection. No wishes made. I am shown the way.
Cherita Fitzgerald is the Muse of Participatory Poetry Plaiting, Collaborated Combined Compositions, Merged Melded Meter, Liaisons of Linked Lyrics and Wedded Woven Words. Here poets come together to participate in cooperatively braiding various poetic forms, working together to create layered verse and compose reflective poetry. “A golden braid of mind, soul and spirit, endlessly folding back upon itself to reflect new images of poet and EveryLight.” (faucon of Sakin'el)
3 comments:
And you, Maya, are showing us the way. A lovely piece indeed.
Vi
Vi
Thank you. I had this actual experience on Saturday. The ladybug sat on my finger for a minute or two, seemingly looking at me. I was reminded that what we seek is often right there before us.
It is good to be seeing poetry again, to be feeling that essential part of being. Thank you both. Fran
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