Once again, it is time to share the treasures found over at Magpie Tales, a blogging meme offered by Tess Kincaid. There, each week, she posts a wonderful picture, sparking the muse of many, to share in the inspirational thoughts of those who join in.
To touch, trace with gentle fingertips,
It is then that ye shall feel the ebb of days,
Woven within the flow, carved as dips,
Mounds guiding curves, the battle of my ways.
Mapped for futures told, thunderous crashing,
Tide-ripped currents, held within the whisper,
Ears listening to tales I've told, thrashing,
Yet a solstice of nights, cold and crisper.
Forever, my lines shall hold my form tight,
Cradled on the shores for those who shall seek,
Glisten against the sunlit sands in plight,
Bound by memories, silted in hearts meek.
Your treasure...crushed and tumbled, only still,
Into pathways of your inner sanctums,
Held like sun-bleached martyrs upon the sill,
Precious memories... whispered by the humms.
Still, shared within my whispering ways,
Secrets tossed upon the shore, thus you find,
Strewn across the sands on the darkest days,
It is there that you seek shells of my kind.
Petrina Lesko
June 2011
Once again, it is time to share the treasures found over at Magpie Tales, a blogging meme offered by Tess Kincaid. There, each week, she posts a wonderful picture, sparking the muse of many, to share in the inspirational thoughts of those who join in.
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| Magpie #69 |
To touch, trace with gentle fingertips,
It is then that ye shall feel the ebb of days,
Woven within the flow, carved as dips,
Mounds guiding curves, the battle of my ways.
Mapped for futures told, thunderous crashing,
Tide-ripped currents, held within the whisper,
Ears listening to tales I've told, thrashing,
Yet a solstice of nights, cold and crisper.
Forever, my lines shall hold my form tight,
Cradled on the shores for those who shall seek,
Glisten against the sunlit sands in plight,
Bound by memories, silted in hearts meek.
Your treasure...crushed and tumbled, only still,
Into pathways of your inner sanctums,
Held like sun-bleached martyrs upon the sill,
Precious memories... whispered by the humms.
Still, shared within my whispering ways,
Secrets tossed upon the shore, thus you find,
Strewn across the sands on the darkest days,
It is there that you seek shells of my kind.
Petrina Lesko
June 2011
23 comments:
This is a really beautiful write for the prompt.
I loved -
sun-bleached martyrs upon the sill
precious memories . . . .
you have described them well.
I love the phrase "the ebb of days." The older we get, the quicker the tide ebbs and flows.
I love the notion of secrets tossed on the shore. Very nice.
Beautiful. I have so many favorite lines.
So beautiful. I saw that picture and could not come up with much other than "Madonna is looking for half her bra"!! This is a lovely observation of the romance of nature. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/06/13/quiet-house-riot/
There's so much here. It's all here, from "thunderous crashing" to "cradled on the shores" — beautifully done.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Rich and eloquent-- I especially loved :
Your treasure...crushed and tumbled, only still,
Into pathways of your inner sanctums,
Held like sun-bleached martyrs upon the sill...
great job--xxxj,
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..this piece, for me, is like those ineffable songs i hear from sea shells… pure and soothing… and weaved with a touch of a sensible soul… Triton would love to find shells of your kind… thanks for the chance of reading you in here. (:
Good day.
~kelvin
A world held within such a small space - lovely.
I think the shells of my kind area also found on darkest days... great poem!
I love the imagery in this poem. "Tide-ripped currents, held within the whisper" - just beautiful.
The sea offers a strange silence that beckons us to think. Your poem captures this so well.
I love the imagery. Secrets tossed on the shore...beautiful!
this is really well done, one of my favs of yours i do believe...at least since your recent return...
The safest place to store our secrets ~ on the ocean shores.
i love the feeling this piece gives me. very well written!
lovely piece.
Petrina Ma'am,
The rough shells smoothened with your wonderful treatment!
"secrets tossed upon the shore..." I love that phrase! Makes me think of an entire world enveloped in such a tiny object, just waiting to be discovered. Such a lovely poem.
rich insights,
superb magpie.
Oh my - this has got to me this one has! It really is completely touching.
This is truly beautiful I wish I could create a work of art as you done
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