Tuesday Prayer
I've been struggling with the sonnet form. You might guess that when you read this sonnet. It seemed right, however, to express today's prayer in a form that doesn't come easy for me.
Tuesday Prayer
for K.L.S.
The unfolding of a silver-tipped wing,
the visitation of dew to the garden,
while off in the distance a catbird sings,
this is the morning now broken again.
Begonias are leaning pink to the sun,
lavender pansies hide petals with mint,
you look and the day feels already done,
hold on, my girl, the sky is a hint
that even on mornings broken and still
the world is imbued with a wild resilience
falling from hands that will hold you until
silver-tipped wings stir hope and resistance.
Hold on, my girl, love whispers beside you,
the Butterfly Bush is op'ning its purple-bud hue.
Tuesday Prayer
for K.L.S.
The unfolding of a silver-tipped wing,
the visitation of dew to the garden,
while off in the distance a catbird sings,
this is the morning now broken again.
Begonias are leaning pink to the sun,
lavender pansies hide petals with mint,
you look and the day feels already done,
hold on, my girl, the sky is a hint
that even on mornings broken and still
the world is imbued with a wild resilience
falling from hands that will hold you until
silver-tipped wings stir hope and resistance.
Hold on, my girl, love whispers beside you,
the Butterfly Bush is op'ning its purple-bud hue.
Labels: prayer for perseverance
posted by L.L. Barkat at
9:49 AM
9 Comments:
This is beautiful, sorry I don't have better words to praise this but seems like your words have said it better and so I will just say bravo. :)
So accomplished. . . you make it look effortless.
my grandma had a butterfly bush
you take me back
to home
where hope glowed young
and real was real and
there was a place for me.
i'd get up early
walk down the lane for the paper
for the time with one
who loved me
no matter what.
the mornings sang safety
new mercies unspent.
i remember now, the butterflies
danced the purple buds.
P.S. I'm clueless about sonnets. But I love the word. *grin*
Kelly, I'm pretty clueless too, as sonneteers go :) I am so glad I chose the Butterfly Bush! There were other contenders, but in the end I went with her...
I love your poem. I love how it breathes love.
The love, you started that this morning... :-)
L.L.
What a God-given blessing
To flee from chores pressing
To read your poem expressing
The joy of silver-tipped wings
And blithe flowery things.
The butterfly bush bud openly sings!
Oh. Hope....
Sonnets are HARD, so congrats! I've written only one in my life, and I can't find where I put it.
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