Monday, September 29, 2014

Poet Eyes


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What is a poet to do
with a gray rainy day,
when gauzy wisps shroud the mountains,
raindrops trickle down the windowpane,
dogs nestle in their dog beds,
and the world basks in wetness?

Let's look through
our magical poet eyes:
small particles of moisture rise up, 
 are transformed,
and then return as rain.
The clouds mesmerize as they
wrap shawls around the mountains.
The trees tip back their heads, drinking deeply,
after a parched-throat summer.
The grassblades loll about, replete,
having finally drunk their fill.

And the leaves? most magical of all,
changing from their staid summer green 
into ribald, dressed-to-kill matrons,
giving one last blast of slay-them-in-the-aisles
orange and gold and red
before toppling off their perches.

A poet on an ordinary autumn day
can look through poet eyes
and watch the magic, 
shimmering.


11 comments:

  1. ah yes there is magic to be found...if we are willing to look beyond the mood of the day...of the rain....go splash a puddle, you know...smiles.

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  2. Ah, a poet can find magic in any kind of day, I think....with poet eyes.

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  3. It is a rare art to find the magic in a grey day!

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  4. Beautiful poem Sherry. We've had so much rain, I think everyone has had to take a poetic view of it. I love your words here.

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  5. A lesson in comfort] and personification! Strong images. All is well when a poet narrates the scene.

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  6. Yes! We can see the shimmering gifts, joys, blessings! For that, I AM grateful.

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  7. Sherry,

    I love looking through poetic eyes, once in a while, especially if the focus brings a reward!!
    This time of year helps to draw out, may ideas which may have been deferred by the outside distractions.

    Sherry, I am now participating at Poetry Jam. It has a welcome feel about it:)

    Eileen

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  8. How magical and this part just perfectly describes the autumn season:

    ribald, dressed-to-kill matrons,
    giving one last blast of slay-them-in-the-aisles
    orange and gold and red
    before toppling off their perches.

    Thanks kindly for featuring my blog ~

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  9. Sherry, you're so right about looking at an ordinary day through poetic eyes. The leaves, well, they are going to get swelled heads after the power you gave them, ha ha ha. Loved this, Amy

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  10. Poet eyes make all the difference...truly magical...

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