under green light,
a silent reverie,
shielded from sight
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: The kids were playing hide-and-seek in the children’s garden, but I had a delicious mind-wandering reverie. Being unplugged has become something to treasure.
Happy Poetry Friday and thanks to Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference for hosting.
38 thoughts on “Secret Spot”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Very pretty poem 🙂
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Thank you.
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Ur writing short but effective
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Thank you! We are all too busy for lengthy posts. 🙂
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I need a place like that 💜
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I need to go more often. 🙂
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😁
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Your poem brings back memories of hiding out in secret spots in gardens when i was a child
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I used to bring a blanket and a book. 🙂
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A green leafed Japanese maple! I love those.
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Yes, and the lobes are lacy and gorgeous.
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Oh, yes. That unplugged time is precious. I love times that I don’t even think of my phone. I believe a reverie is in order for my day. Thank you.
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Weird that we have to remember to have one these days. They used to be a natural part of each day.
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I, too, like the word “reverie.” Did you know it’s from Middle French “rever” and “raver” meaning “to wander, be delirious.” So it’s a perfectly apt word for hanging around in the greenery without electronic distraction! 😉
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Yes! I love a good reverie, and it is a very French concept. They are so connected to ecstasy of every sort.
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What a wonderfully grand garden to get lost in–and to be “unplugged” too! Delightful greenuscious poem Brenda. I like it when I accidentally leave my phone somewhere in the house and don’t remember for a while, thanks!
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My new job wants to install apps on my phone so I’ll get email all the time. I don’t like this plan! I prefer my phone to be always silent.
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I’m sorry 😐 about that—Seems like you ought to have a choice…
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Agreed.
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Your poem brought me back to the secret spot of my childhood, beneath a huge rhododendron bush.
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I had a willow tree that completely hid me. 🙂
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It’s fun to imagine what secret meetings go on in a hidden green space – a fairy party, or a mouse tea party perhaps? 🙂
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Or the imaginings that lead to new books, new plans or magic incantations to set the world on a better path. 🙂
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I need a secret spot!
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Don’t we all?
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WHAT’S GROWING HERE???
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Isn’t it a pretty spot?
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Very much so!
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Love this, Brenda. My granddaughters have lots of fun hiding in the garden.
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Yes, it’s the perfect summer afternoon adventure.
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Being unplugged lets you see the world in true colour. Great capture, in words and pic. So vibrant!
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Thanks, Kat. I thought a plug for being unplugged would resonate these days.
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“reverie” is such a lovely word, and “shielded” is so reassuring. Nice vibe, Brenda!
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Thanks, Tabatha. It’s great just having time to think.
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I feel what you mean, Brenda! Great moment you caught with your camera!
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Thanks, Peter. I love when the kids are laughing and running around outside.
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isn’t that great when that happens?
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Yes! So good to be unplugged.
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