Hissing Summer Lawns

I stepped into joy, leaving sibilant
hisses, poisons poured superficially
on the lush lawns of wealthy dissonance
frightened people buy artificially

so it looked risky, that leap, precipice
plunging with courage and sweet inner light
and led by stars into my genesis
this new earth emerging from the darkest night.

Inspired by; Risk, Sibilant, Joy and Courage.  And this self-portrait painted by my 4-year-old grandson which mirrors my leap beautifully.

And a big nod to Joni Mitchell’s The Hissing of Summer Lawns:

“Darkness
With a joyful mask
Darkness
Tube’s gone, darkness, darkness, darkness
No color no contrast…”

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Victoria Stuart

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

3 thoughts on “Hissing Summer Lawns”

  1. Leap of faith perhaps. Your grandson has captured your leap beautifully.

    One of my favourite books as a young girl was “I Can Jump Puddles” by Australian author, Alan Marshall. It is about his experience growing up with polio. I think you would like it, Jane.

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