Serenity

Posted on May 14, 2016 by emmylgant

seashells ochre and sienna

Summer beckons, reaches over spring’s shoulder
And sets out a schedule of chores:
Clean the pool and green the grounds
Before the fun begins.

Seashells face the sun,
Cast shadows mingle,
Saturating ochres and sienna.
Whites bleach into starlight.

The air is still; ripples of bird songs
Reach a burning candle
Inciting the flame to dance;
An invitation to travel and escape.

The wolf ambles by, requests attention,
A nudge, a touch and soft words,
Then wanders off to round his kingdom,
The walled boundaries of the garden.

It’s a beautiful morning, an oasis of calm,
A delicious peace filled with noises
Of spring and fading notes of mimosa
Hanging on bare vines of honeysuckle.

Serenity smiles and stretches the sunrise
Smoothing wrinkles of time, spinning molecules,
Tending to the space in between, in plain sight
Somewhere, in deep breaths of fresh air.

Eros on a walk

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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14 Responses to Serenity

  1. john zande says:
    May 14, 2016 at 9:58 pm

    Spoken is so very good.

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  2. ceayr says:
    May 14, 2016 at 11:28 pm

    I have run out of original things to say about your poetry, Em, you capture an essence of life like no one else does.
    This one evokes peace, warmth, abundance.
    And yet I sense pain at the end.

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    • emmylgant says:
      May 17, 2016 at 9:57 am

      I start with thank you CE because it’s always the first thing that comes to heart. I don’t always know what bubbles up behind the words I scratch. Battle scars have a way of showing up through the medals, don’t they?

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  3. AnElephantCant says:
    May 14, 2016 at 11:33 pm

    You say you like your voice better with earphones.
    Have you tried ear plugs?
    It’s gentler.
    Just sayin’.

    AnElephantCant tease his dear Emmy any more.
    He loves her poetry, and the way she sees magic in a tree, a garden, a life.
    She paints the world he dreams of inhabiting.

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    • emmylgant says:
      May 17, 2016 at 9:43 am

      AnElephantCant help teasing Emmy
      ’cause she has plenty of volubility
      Every day magic is as real as we make it
      when we laugh and share it
      That world, we already inhabit.
      It’s all sweet serendipity.

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  4. Suzanne Richmond says:
    May 16, 2016 at 5:11 am

    Lovely!

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  5. Hyperion says:
    May 18, 2016 at 12:50 am

    I liked your voice with earphones too. It’s like sitting down and listening to a delightful voice in my head saying things I like to hear. My head elves are never so nice as that. 😀

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  6. PapaBear says:
    May 20, 2016 at 11:16 pm

    “Somewhere, in deep breaths of fresh air” lies serendipity, serenity’s cousin ! 😉

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