Magical.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Magical.

 

Diamantéd mist,
........... of sheen's grayish pearls
hang in forest air.

Soundless as cream
..................calm thickly unfurls
on every leaf there.

 

Woodland cool coats
.................its silence with hush
while healing awaits.

Pregnant with need
.............. mind births new trust
and grieving abates.

 

Wonder then seeps
...........................into the psyché
for stillness breeds awe.

Not a thing stirs
..................... when lush of quiet
begins to transform.

 

Spectred by light
.......................mysterious peace
aids sadness relent.

Moving unseen
............ Love's Presence reveals
gift of contentment.

 

Trees whisper sighs of
............heart-damage redeemed.

Kind regeneration
.....................   by magical means.

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Comments7

  • Louis Gibbs

    I love the way you are experimenting with different forms, Fay. This one is a unique beauty. Connecting with nature can be very healing, indeed! Well done.

  • Laura🌻

    My dear Poetess Fay,
    This write of yours is
    an extraordinary gem...
    ...or should I say pearl...
    Interesting style of writing!

    The last four lines, in particular,
    resonate for me!
    Beautifully executed!
    Thank you!

  • Accidental Poet

    Fay, I love how you can look at any photograph and describe it as if you are there. Excellent imagery. Thanks for sharing.

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay. as if a woodland walk. Erm, I enjoyed some local woods, until I fell into a bog! Did I, or is it that Orchi teasing again?! heehee.

  • Michael Edwards

    It is indeed magical Fay and love the form in which it is drafted.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks FAY for another very elegant and symbiotic Poem 'n Pic. The picture lifted us from the Mundane to the Magical and each triplet lifted our Hearts & Minds higher & higher ! You are altogether lovely ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ Love BRIAN

  • myself and me

    Your pen like a magic wand, spell the magic words in the air, turned into this beautiful poem.



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