Thursday, August 5, 2010

While Sophie slept

the white birds swooped into the trees



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.

14 comments:

  1. Eliabeth.
    This 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.)

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  2. A lovely read before I sleep.

    Best,
    Bonnie

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  3. I present to you the award for the most gorgeous post ever.

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  4. I'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.
    Night-night.

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  5. What a lovely image. I hope that Sophie's sleep was restful and uninterrupted.

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  6. All this while Sophie slept in her nest of dreams.

    Thank you Elizabeth.

    You transform the struggle of life into a thing of beauty with your words and images.

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  7. I'm glad Sophie slept. I hope she dreamed a dream as lovely as this.

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  8. While Sophie slept Elizabeth bore witness to the mysterious rhythm of the world.

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  9. Wow. Simply stunning. Most beautiful post. Ever.

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