When the editor of O Magazine asked Maya Angelou on how to write a poem she replied, "Like a pianist runs her fingers over the keys, I'll search my mind for what to say." Of course, Maya Angelou was a gifted poet so the task may have been an easier one for this esteemed woman of wisdom. With this in mind, I have spent several days allowing words to swirl in motion about the summer of 2014 and its offerings.
unfold for one last look at summer:
its unencumbered moments,
relaxed feelings,
passion-driven opportunities,
and joyous family outings.
I linger in this end of season day
watching parent and child mark their steps
on a stretch of blue weaving.
Hand in hand discussing life
they bid the beach good night.
Then, I sit in the stillness of solitude
watching parent and child mark their steps
on a stretch of blue weaving.
Hand in hand discussing life
they bid the beach good night.
Then, I sit in the stillness of solitude
reflecting on summer's offerings.
Bright, clear hues paint possibilities.
Ocean's roar sparks creativity.
Sun's abundance recharges spirits.
Possibilities surface as the day draws to a close.
I savor these last few days of summer. May you do the same.
Join the fun of reading other Poetry Friday offerings at Check It Out. Jone MacCulloch is the host this week.
Bright, clear hues paint possibilities.
Ocean's roar sparks creativity.
Sun's abundance recharges spirits.
Possibilities surface as the day draws to a close.
I savor these last few days of summer. May you do the same.
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