On Woodland Lake

By skinner_jennifer

Mon, 20 Jul 2020
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6 comments
 

Surface dreamers

Lost in the moment!

Passing time

White drifters

Those weavers

Of homes,

 

Nesting in

Quiet reeds

Vague as

Celestial stars,

Seeking natures

Raw material,

 

Time has no

Consequence

Beneath

White plumage,

 

Steering their way;

Impassive to my

Thoughts or those

Of leaping frogs,

 

This Pen adorns

Her world trimmed

With moon flowers

Under soft willows,

 

That silken ripple

Reflected in water

Tracing burble

Of woodland lake.

 

 

Pixabay free image.

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

They seem so stately, and as you say, calm to the passage of time. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by onemorething on

There is something very dreamlike about them, and drifting, you have conjured up their magic well. I enjoyed reading this Jenny, I do love a swan. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

this is so tranquil. I love:

Her world trimmed

With moon flowers

Under soft willows,

you have made such a  liquid feeling of grace with your word  sounds

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you Rhiannon, glad you liked.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Much appreciate the comment Rachel.

Thank you.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Glad you liked those lines Di, I thought they were kind of romantic. Appreciate you reading and thank you.

Jenny.