Morning Afflatus Reflected On My Window

By skinner_jennifer

Fri, 07 Oct 2016
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8 comments
 

Dazzle of

twinkling rays

penetrate

imagination,

 

chinks in

half opened

Venetians...

a reminder

 

of Sunlight

filtering

through

dappled leaves,

 

for a while

I'm yearning

for madcap

ideas of adventure,

 

seduced by

embellished

painted

wagons,

 

peppered with

a sprinkling of

romantic

landscapes,

 

a patchwork

quilt of fields

drifting on

and on...

 

with sweet fragrance

of lush meadow grass

beneath my feet rousing

sparks of wanderlust,

 

our journey would not be

a gallop or sprint; just

the gentle reminder of

meandering beneath an endless sky,

 

measured only by a

calm unhurried trot,

leading to promise of nestling down under

black velvet night; viewed only by infinite stars.

 

Oh! Bless the mind to conjure a

masculine Gypsy – my womanish

effervescence excited to watch as he

works at daily tasks with busy skillful hands,

 

we're intimate companions

this maverick and me; he's

not robbed of his Mastery,

but leader of all he achieves.

 

Sorry to ramble!

Just got lost in thought,

can't complain really for

I've felt happiness and sorrow,

 

life's been salvaged

so many times...

yet here you are again

sagacious as always,

 

knowing me through and through

I'm reminded: I can't imagine

going on this journey

with anyone but you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Poems
Spiritual
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Romantic and escapist dreams mixed with the blessings of coping together with the daily realities of the beautiful and difficult things intertwined!

Meander and unhurried trot seems more descriptive of my pace than sprint these days, but then when you sprint you miss so much to see and that needs doing? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

So true on everything you say Rhiannon, I too go at a trot these days, or should I say a snails pace, ha,ha! Glad you enjoyed the pace of this poem and many thanks for letting me know.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by hippie girl on

kisswhimsical loves it.

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Jenny,

I liked this; the dreamy meanderings were very nicely put. You little tinker, I can see you are after a swarthy gypsy!

HW  laugh

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for reading hippie girl,

glad you enjoyed and thanks also for letting me know, always appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Hilary,

always happy to get your comments, you put a smile on my face, smiley because I do have an over the top imagination but did once know a Welsh Gypsy back in my youth, he was dark skinned with long black hair, worked with timber and enjoyed making things from wood,  though the relationship never came to anything.

But now I've got my man, so things didn't turn out so bad in the end.

Hope you are well and many thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

This is a lovely poem, and inspiring in its thoughts of roaming free and enjoying life. I didn't know the word afflatus, but guess it means bits and pieces of stuff gathered together or something like that.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

I never knew what the word Afflatus was until I looked it up. It means; an impulse of creative power, or inspiration. I'm just so enjoying discovering new words and using them in writing. I think that's the one great thing about poetry, it helps to move on to new horizons of writing.

Really glad you enjoyed reading and very grateful for the feedback. I love it when you question my work, because it helps me to explain where I'm going with my writing. So many thanks again.

Jenny. smiley