Into The Tapestry

I sink into now
scribble insights

sung by birds who tease
tunes out of the clouds

in my sky.  Morning’s gift
waking to the beings

oblivious? No, my presence
is noted, the alarm sounded

when I first appear, ongoing
as I stay.  Or are they stitching

me into this day, purposeful and
cheery?  They flit in my periphery

like invitations too quick
to grasp in my lumbering

clumsy listening, trying to
translate when this language

is not like mine and
what is being

communicated is on another plane
of existence.  I’m all car and house

the spell I inherit–society glamour,
shopping aisles the trodden

paths away from verdant here.
I can’t say whether they carry

tree blessings, sky songs,
but I imagine this bright

weaving invisibly, a crazy
quilt of treasured pieces

stretching across and as I write
these words, the trees are nodding.

Breezeless sultry air suddenly
blown kisses of mirth

at my galumphing morning poetry
indulgent patience

waiting for me to awaken
wordless and join the celebration.

Inspired by: Verdant, Inherit and Glamour.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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