Sunday, April 1, 2018

A Small Nest Found in the Grasses of the Dunes/Whirligig #55 --napowrimo

Whirligig #55

 A Small Nest Found in the Grasses of the Dunes 

Lost alone on a small island
Found a small nest
In the grasses of the dunes
The Englishman left his tracks there, too

Words fell from the cozy
Instead of tea
We toast and drink them together
Word play for lovers

There were no letters delivered by mail
Yet I read your words in the cloud-alphabet
I have only to look up
To remember your strong heart

It is said, the best is yet to come
I turn around and there you are
Hidden in the in between
Bedtime comes
Twilight remembers

April 1, 2018














15 comments:

Sherry Marr said...

How beautiful this is! The finding of the nest, the sharing of words, and, especially, how "Twilight remembers." That it does.

Julian said...

Yes, twilight remembers. I enjoyed your piece

Neeraj Khanka said...

A lovely write :)

"Words fell from the cozy
Instead of tea
We toast and drink them together
Word play for lovers"

- Beautiful !

ayala said...

Lovely poem. Happy Easter.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Such a beautiful image wandering and finding the nest.....

'There were no letters delivered by mail
Yet I read your words in the cloud-alphabet
I have only to look up
To remember your strong heart'

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Gorgeous and wonderful; I love it.

Colleen Looseleaf said...

Sweet and uplifting like a spot of tea.

Old Egg said...

Love alone holds those memories and keep the loved ones safe within your heart. Beautiful poem.

Anonymous said...

This is beautiful Annell,


Elizabeth

Susan said...

"Words fell from the cozy
Instead of tea"

Forgive me when I say your poem makes being haunted by an invisible presence into a blessing. O, to still be hearing the words, to turn and find them there!

dsnake1 said...

sometimes solitude is a good companion. i think "a small nest in the grasses of the dunes" is a very strong image. i find in this poem of longing a haunting feel to it.

rallentanda said...

This is a very beautiful personal and spiritual poem.I am wondering who that English man is. The beauty of a poem to me is to let it remain in mystery...no explanations:)

Old Egg said...

How beautifully this is written with that touch of sadness there as well.

brudberg said...

Love the fact that twilight remembers.

Thotpurge said...

I turn around and there you are
Hidden in the in between
Bedtime comes
Twilight remembers

-- oh fantastic!

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