Monday was not like any other day. Now, I have that Monday, Monday song stuck in my head. I have seen signs of spring here which will likely be glazed over with ice by tomorrow. What is it like in your neck of the woods?!
Over in the Imaginary Garden, I attempted the Sunday Mini Challenge, hosted by Grace. I ended up with two poems, when company arrived-I set them aside. Then my son arrived later that evening. He brought his fur baby, Wade. I was thankful for the nice day and we spent most of it hiking and being outside.
So, I am going to attempt to write a poem based on Cuban poet, Carilda Oliver Labra. Grace shared with us that she is one of the most influential poets in Cuba. A lot of her poetry is influenced by social causes and philosophy, but her main theme is love. Her poetry is erotic-which I found difficult to write. It seems my issue was not enough or too much. I struggled. I used a line of Carilda's poetry*______*.
Over in the Imaginary Garden, I attempted the Sunday Mini Challenge, hosted by Grace. I ended up with two poems, when company arrived-I set them aside. Then my son arrived later that evening. He brought his fur baby, Wade. I was thankful for the nice day and we spent most of it hiking and being outside.
So, I am going to attempt to write a poem based on Cuban poet, Carilda Oliver Labra. Grace shared with us that she is one of the most influential poets in Cuba. A lot of her poetry is influenced by social causes and philosophy, but her main theme is love. Her poetry is erotic-which I found difficult to write. It seems my issue was not enough or too much. I struggled. I used a line of Carilda's poetry*______*.
Anchored Hope
Constellations freckle my
eyes with Shamrock gold
as prophesy unfolds
*where have you fled with your wild box full of hearts*
harbor ebbs n' flows
I carry spring's umbrella
as thunder rolls
sea's song tangles
ropes towards
home port's
anchor.
Rose quartz kisses
paint strawberry blush
onto
white skin's canvas
as red cardinal's song
opens mind
as
spring's sacred prayer
answered.
Shoals bewitch
Cape of hope
waits---
my spare blue skirt
hopes your sky
will lift my sails
white pearl wishes hidden
as
lights
midnight souls
who heed
tide's lullaby.
©Ella Wilson
Comments
much love..
Lolamouse-Thank-you! You are sweet-I do think many of us feel the tug of war with our energy, when gray skies have lingered too long. You are kind! I hope the sun is bright and vibrant in your world-tomorrow!
Marian-Thank you! I will come visit you~
Laura-You are kind~ Thank you!
Margaret-Thank-you! I do want to paint again ;D
Kerry-Thank you! I am smitten with your latest poem~
Hedge-Thank you~ I am struggling so that means a lot.
L.Diane-Thank you so much~
Gillena-Thank you! You are very kind~
Colleen-I enjoyed visiting your blog!
Thank you~
Hi Jen-I will visit you again, soon!
Wow, on your latest offering~ Thank you!
You are sweet!
Sherry-Thank you! Yes, we all need a Cape of Hope~ :D
Bjorn-Thank you! Yes, I am looking forward to that gorgeous hopeful sky of blue~
Alex-I know I need to visit the Cape of Hope-this weather is kicking my mood. Thank you~