Saturday, April 1, 2017

The Bodhisattva of the Morning



The Bodhisattva of the Morning
has draped cloud-shawls  
most attractively    
along the side of Meares,
whose head and shoulders
emerge like a stately woman,
assured of her place
in the scheme of things.
The water is calm and still,
waiting for the day to begin,
for the little boats to start chug-chug-chugging
across the harbour.
The quiet streets are speckled 
with pink and yellow blooms,
and the little birds are singing
their warbled songs of spring.

My eyes feast on village,
mountains, water, clouds.
My heart swells in my chest
and all is
      Gratitude, 
            Gratitude, 
                 Gratitude.


12 comments:

  1. What a lovely scene your words paint! Bravo

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  2. When one looks right all is gratitude. I like the clouds portrayed as a shawl the "Bodhisattva of the Morning" draped on the mountain.

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  3. I so love the this... especially the sounds in the morning... wonderful

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  4. Thank you Sherry, as I read this, your gratitude and peace became my own,

    Elizabeth

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  5. I like the way you have set out the lines, Sherry and how the word 'gratitude' echoes away at the end.

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  6. You've painted such a wonderful picture, Sherry. There is something about the mood, that makes me read the poem in whispers...

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  7. What an inspiration to move you to such wonder-filled words.

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  8. every word's showering peacefulness...may it fill the world...

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  9. Love this personification and the detailed description. Your poems are like prayers.

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