Rippled pond,
dew-strung lawn.
Yawning moon
welcomes dawn.
Freckled lily,
dappled light.
Brindled dog
barks away night.
Rising songbirds,
snuggling owls.
High-strung cat
fusses and yowls.
One eye open,
I view the day,
hear caterwauling,
push sleep away.
Tea and oatmeal,
plump blackberries.
I paint with words
and dust of fairies.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: This poem is half-fantasy, as usual. This morning I woke with a splitting headache to a gray day, but I imagined that waking away. Happy Poetry Friday! Thanks to Linda Mitchell for hosting at A Word Edgewise! A public apology to Jone: I should have mailed your postcard a week ago, but I am late, late, late for that very important date! Will get it into the magic blue box today.
I love your poems
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Thanks!
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I have almost a duplicate image of a lily that I took a few years ago. They are so gorgeous! Hope your imagination helped ease that headache!
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My imagination always cheers me up, but unfortunately, it doesn’t get rid of headaches. 🙂
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OMG! What a great fairy poem. I’m getting quite fairied up as the new Art Gown is reaching completion, and then I begin ours!
I just love this blog , and all your wonderful pictures and thoughts!
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Yeah! So happy that someone loves my blog. It’s one of my happy places. 🙂
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:D: Understood! :D:
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LOL! I mean ⭐ Understood! ⭐
Just finished dinner & 2 glasses of wine!
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Yum! Head in the ⭐⭐⭐, a great place to be.
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So very beautiful but we are anti-lily because of our cats!
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Gotcha. No cat here. I only had an indoor cat before, and he wasn’t in danger from lilies.
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It IS a freckled lily! I never saw that before! 😀
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Isn’t it pretty? 🙂
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Loved this💓
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Thanks!
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Well done, Brenda. I really like poems with very short lines. I think they’re harder to write, and they’re sort of lighter and more musical if that makes any sense.
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Thanks, Carolee. I think they are lighter and more buoyant with shorter lines.
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So whimsical you, Brenda: “I paint with words and the dust of fairies.”
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I like a little whimsy with my tea. 🙂
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I love that you imagined a better waking! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Thanks, Ruth. You’re only as happy as you think you are. So I decided to think of myself as HAPPY! LOL
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I needed a little “fairy dust” shake off a bad headache the last two days! Weather’s been wonky, so writing it off to that. You remind me that my asian lily didn’t come up this year. Blaming it on my nemesis: the groundhog!
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Yes, the weather is cloudy and undecided today, like I am when I’m standing in front of my closet. I could use some nice, uncomplicated sun. I hear it’s coming tomorrow! Yay! Sorry to hear about your lily. For me, it was the scarlet lily beetle that needed defeating.
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I love the invitation to fantasy and imagination in your poem. It is a delight to read. And that photo–wow!
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Thanks, Kay. I needed a better start than I got. 🙂
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I’m laughing out loud — we always think a poem describes what really happened, forgetting the part imagination can play in the process!! (Hope your headache got better!)
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Hi Mary, Lee. Thanks for stopping by! Imagination should be allowed into poetry. I know some people believe poetry has to be confessional and revelatory, and they have a choke hold on many poetry journals (especially academic ones) but plenty of ordinary people like poetry that isn’t uncomfortable or depressing to read. That is part of what pushes people away from adult poetry. They read adult poetry, and they expect it will have some of the joy, lightness and magic that kids’ poetry has and are confused /embarrassed/ left cold by it. So I decided to buck the traditional establishment and write for kids of all ages. That was before I found the community of kids’ poets and realized I had found kindred spirits. I am moving sideways back to revelatory poetry, but in a mild, non-confessional way. I don’t want to lose the fun though.
And happily, my headache is gone! Yay!
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Wow! A gorgeous photograph AND a delight-filled poem to go with it. I love the “dew strung lawn” and also that whole last stanza. Wonders to be savored! Hope you are feeling better!
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I am, thanks. Yay, I’m glad you like the poem.
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A luscious lily to go with your luscious poem, both are spectacular! I love your last stanza Brenda. And I like to say I paint stories … Thanks.
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Thanks, Michelle. You and I must be kindred spirits.
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Yes, I like having you as a kindred spirit!
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How can you write so beautifully with a headache, Brenda? Hope you feel better soon.
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I am mostly better. Even the dizziness is gone. Yay! Thanks for stopping by. I hope you noticed that everyone loved your fairy tale poem. 🙂
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A yawning moon, snuggling owls…what is not to love. And thank you for the apology an as I apologize right back. Your poem needs to go into the mail today. I have carted it around with me for a week.
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LOL I am happy to not be the only one who blew by the deadline. Shouldn’t lifeline be the opposite of deadline? We should be lifelines for each other. Somehow. 🙂
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Lovely…..please tell me you’ve gifted this to a freckled young person named Lilly! Writing with fairy dust should be part of your bio!
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Linda, you charmer, you. You never fail to make me smile. I think you may be the best hostess of PF ever. Such a fun place for poets today. And you have stiff competition, as so many wonderful people have hosted with stellar posts. One day, I hope we meet in a dusty conference room or a coffee-scented bookstore or a birch glade.
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That will be a fantastic day! I want to go walking in the woods with you and your camera!
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Now that would be fun. It’s a date. 🙂
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Fabulous! 🥀🥀🥀
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Thanks, Dorna!
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Glad that headache has gone away, Brenda. I love the skipping rhythm of your poem, and the time moving too.
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Thanks, Linda.
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So lovely, Brenda. Hope your headache’s gone.
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Thanks, Gigi. The headache morphed into dizziness. Ugh.
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i love the last paragraph the best and hope you feel better –
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You mean the notes? Or the last stanza? Either way, thanks! I lost the headache, but feel dizzy and unwell. I hope I’m better soon, too. XOXO
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Gorgeous.
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Thanks!
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I do hope your head is better…
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Dizzy all day, but managed to lose the headache. If the world would stop spinning, I’d be happier. 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting, Maureen.
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just be kind to yourself today
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Thanks. A lot better today. Even managed to garden a bit. XOXO
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My favourite flower…! beautiful ☺️
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Thanks! I love it, too. It grew in my yard! After years of waging battles with Scarlet Lily Beetles, the wee demons.
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I can imagine you were out there swatting and shielding lol 🙂
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It took science to win the day — the eggs are the things to identify and send to the compost. 🙂
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Ah gotcha 😃
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My favourite ☺️ beautiful!
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Thanks, Andy!
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