This poem was written for dVerse, where Sarah has given us a fun prompt based on “What 3 Words,” which unfortunately I had not heard of before. The whole world has been allocated into three meter squares with three words attached. I chose to go with that little heaven where I spend vacation in August: Southern Shores, NC. I tried to narrow it down to the actual house I stayed in and retrieved the words: Supernatural factions custodial.
My poetry writing is sadly rusty as I’ve been away too long. Many thanks for reading.
The Nature Connection The previous summer life was a web spun sticky, spidering outward as every other year sun lazing, restaurant dining, dog walking pretending mindfulness as the "busy" often do. This past summer custodial factions determined a different path, or rather no path at all, and what a difference that did make. For in not pretending mindfulness I lived. Gaia embraced me with kindness, presented a path toward enrichment and some days I did follow, seemingly supernatural trajectory toward one with nature. From mesmerizing meteorites to screeching owls I absorbed strength to comprehend, to see. I swam in the sea, in the sun, felt one with the world. Yet just weeks after ignorance scored me wounds sadness returned mindfulness was abandoned somewhere south on a barrier island. They say, recognizing the problem is part of the solution and today I see. Mindfulness can be embraced, life cherished, anger flung away, it all takes practice, like the fledgling bird testing wings to fly. I can release all the bad to embrace Gaia’s welcome. I can learn to be One, wherever I am.
That so resonated – beautiful
💖 Thank you so much!
What a beautiful recount of lessons learned. Beautifully expressive. A great read!
Many thanks, Beverly. 💖
I’m one of those people who quite enjoyed lockdown – having to slow down and appreciate my blessings. It’s easy to forget. Thank you for this beautiful reminder. Lovely response to the prompt.
Thank you, Sarah. I feel the same. Many are moaning but don’t take advantage of viewing what they have and take for granted.
I think I’m with Sarah here, many things are better living under restrictions… and you learn something by looking around were you live.
Yes! We take so much for granted until it is all that we have and then we see it for what it truly is. Many thanks.
I wouldn’t call this stunning poem rusty!💝 So much to love here especially; “Mindfulness can be embraced, life cherished, anger flung away, it all takes practice.” Yes! 🙂
Many thanks. 💖
Rusty? Not in the least. I enjoyed this lovely poem.
💖💖 I also makes poetry and i hope you read it and by the way! Great poem