Thursday, May 18, 2017

Today, I let the light in-



the sun is a milk-cotton daisy
blooming along side glorious tulips

              i will not count
              creases on my forehead

the sky sings a breezy fruity tune-
while dandelions sip yellow tea 

             i will not rue
             emerging strays of white hair

the wind brings lake's salty tears-
seed pods open, spraying golden grains

             i will not bother
             creaming my wrinkled hands 

the trees are shimmering glassy chandeliers 
covering cracks, like leavening on dry crust- 
             
             i am grateful -
             another day of beginnings




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34 comments:

  1. I am grateful for this poem, which is so beautiful and uplifting. Thank you, Grace.

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  2. I love this.. so thoughtful and filled with contrasts.. a beautiful renewal... something very much needed.

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  3. Like a prayer..especially like the dandelions sipping yellow tea 🙂

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  4. Yes, prayer-like and resolved, Grace. I'm looking forward to pure white hair. Not too many wrinkles on my face yet - but wrinkles are the stories of our lives. I have my mother's hands.
    My favourite lines:

    'the wind brings lake's salty tears-
    seed pods open, spraying golden grains'
    and
    'the trees are shimmering glassy chandeliers
    covering cracks, like leavening on dry crust'.

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  5. It isn't the externals, it's what they mean that is hard to accept—counting down the days.

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  6. Such beautiful words. Our topic today is similar but WOW what a difference in our approach.

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  7. such an uplifting poem, Grace :)

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  8. A renewal of hope, just have to look

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  9. I needed to read a poem like this today, Grace.

    Very uplifting and fantastically well written poetic warmth. :)

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  10. You betcha! This is beautiful and so are you!

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  11. I'm there with you, Grace. A beautiful sentiment and poem!

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  12. Beautiful! I love your juxtaposition of the beauty of nature and the refusal to see the signs of aging as a negative. There's nothing wrong with wrinkles and gray hairs. They just mean you've lived another wonderful day.

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  13. We should all let go and stop to smell the roses from time to time. Or the daisies. Love the peaceful vibe.

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  14. "the sun is a milk-cotton daisy
    blooming along side glorious tulips"

    What a gorgeous opening.

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  15. Your words are so soft to read here. I love the soft imagery. I felt like I was in a field laying down reading this. Peaceful and beautifully written.

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  16. I love the message of accommodation & renewal; negativity is cousin to depression & needs to be emotionally removed; for most of the answers are within--an inside lob.

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  17. Very nice words in this poem.

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  18. This is beautiful. I love the opening lines, esp. "milk-cotton daisy" it has texture.

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  19. the sky sings a breezy fruity tune-
    while dandelions sip yellow tea

    This image is a reminder of the beauty around us and within us.

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  20. I am appreciative for this lyric, which is so delightful and inspiring. Much obliged to you, Grace...

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  21. Growing old gracefully is a blessing to the righteous. Wonderful write, Grace!

    Hank

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  22. Every day is a good day to start again.Love!

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  23. The responsorial stanzas use the others -- so delicate with news of the world -- to lift itself up and begin the walk from the page. Sweet.

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  24. I am grateful, too. Thanks for your poem, perfectly starts my day!

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  25. There's light breaking out from within you. Those little creases and wrinkles can't hold it in. You're just a ray of sunshine

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  26. The beauty within allows the penning of such beauty without.

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  27. This is so beautiful Grace, the back and forth between external and internal landscape is so smooth and I adore 'the sky sings a breezy fruity tune-
    while dandelions sip yellow tea' xxx

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  28. Wow! This one packs a punch, Grace. The conflict between what the eyes are seeing and what the mind is thinking...that deeply personal, internal struggle we all face at times. I can really relate to this stunning poem. Once again - wow!

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  29. A blessing to see and live another new day! Love these joyful lines:
    the sky sings a breezy fruity tune-
    while dandelions sip yellow tea

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  30. Your poem is indeed lovely and timeless, Grace. Especially I like the trees as "shimmering glass chandeliers"and 'milk cotton daisy'.

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  31. It helped me to read the two parts separately and then together to feel your mixed approach. Fun! Good declaration -- nurturing depth

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  32. Grace, I love this. Beautiful!

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  33. to live in the moment - and be grateful for it - putting aside those transient and inescapable certainties that take us nowhere ... a lovely articulation of that.

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