Prairie Walk
August 23, 2009 by hames-1977
As I would keep my path
clear
of grass growths.
I will find a way
leaving a trail.
And watch
the sky touching earth.
The feathered wings
of my angel
on the horizon.
I hope.
I would keep my footsteps
slow.
To observe
some familiar things.
I used to see
in my many quiet mornings
in the clearing.
I would follow
the sun beams.
Over the veil
of the fog.
As it lingers
above the field
of windflowers.
I will gather some fallen twigs.
Some fallen leaves.
In a jar. Keeping moments
for potpourri. I am breathing in-
my home in the prairie.
Marvin,
I thought you’ve forgotten this line. I have to admit I was anticipating for this poem, for stunning words of form and colors in harmory. And beauty. indeed, you bring home to the page in this poem.
How wonderful it is to read a poem that carries a valued line from what I have written and finding the line blending well with another poet’s creation. It’s like looking on a hand woven piece and be delighted knowing that a single thread from my heart is part of the lovely elements you gathered in a poem that you have meticulously crafted.
It is a different kind of joy I get from simply reading my poem, and now reading a line from my poem evolving to become a lovely poetry harmoneous with another poet’s voice.
Thanks for giving me such kind of joy of knowing that in your poetry, you, too, would keep the path clear of grass growths.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
jeques,
i will always admire the way you weave your words, if literally a heart is being opened as i read through your poetry. so be it. it is a joy to see a line ffrom your poetry reincarnates with my verses. and i must say, that the first line carried with it the total poetic thoughts on this piece.
t’was a great feeling to communicate and to know that your poetry is becoming a melting pot of many important voices from a poet friend.
best of times,
marvin