the giant beetle nose-dived into the pool, clicked and drowned
the alligator slid through the water, eyes dimmed and fathomless
brown pine needles drifted down
the breeze lifted the heated grasses
a fish jumped in an impossible arc
while Sophie slept.
Eliabeth.
ReplyDeleteThis was absolutely stunning.
Pure poetry.
( and speaking of which I wanted to email you after reading the poem by Marcia F. Brown today , Morning Song, on The Writer's Almanac.)
A lovely read before I sleep.
ReplyDeleteBest,
Bonnie
I present to you the award for the most gorgeous post ever.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty much agreeing with Ex-In-The-City and like deb, I thought of you when I read this morning's poem. It's a good one. Not as good as this, though.
ReplyDeleteNight-night.
What a lovely image. I hope that Sophie's sleep was restful and uninterrupted.
ReplyDeleteAll this while Sophie slept in her nest of dreams.
ReplyDeleteThank you Elizabeth.
You transform the struggle of life into a thing of beauty with your words and images.
I'm glad Sophie slept. I hope she dreamed a dream as lovely as this.
ReplyDeleteVery cool.
ReplyDeletethese are so... moving.
ReplyDeleteWhile Sophie slept Elizabeth bore witness to the mysterious rhythm of the world.
ReplyDeletethank you.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful.
ReplyDeletesuch
ReplyDeleteunexplainable
beauty.
Wow. Simply stunning. Most beautiful post. Ever.
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