Wednesday, 4 December 2013

High as a Kite




I climbed
Through the wide mountain meadows
Running fingers through
Thigh high grass, laced with blood red poppies.
Smelt the pureness of the air
And felt its fleeting frost kiss on my cheek.
I lay
Down beside the turquoise mountain lake,
Waves rippling gently in the breeze,
Put my hands beneath my head and
Shut my eyes, allowed myself to doze
To the lullaby of lightly lapping water.
I opened
My eyes and squinted into a blooming sun,
Its petals reaching out to touch
The misty trails of whiteness webbing the sky.
And saw it, sensuously sweeping, whispering to me.
A winged vision, magnificent, majestic, high as a kite.

Prompted by "verse first" at 
And http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.ch
And open link at dverse http://dversepoets.com

32 comments:

  1. Wonderful to lay by that tarn and listen to the waves..

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    1. Björn it surely was. Thanks for reading it.

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  2. This is so pretty, Pea. Oh, that delicious tiredness when hiking in the mountains, & being kissed by a mixture of the sun's warmth & the crisp air. I really enjoyed this.

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    1. You can't beat a day walking through the mountains

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  3. nice...what a beautiful scene you laid out...would not mind taking a bit of a nap out there in the shadow of the mountains...its too dang cold here though...smiles...

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    1. Oh well Brian, I am missing my mountains. I'm stuck in a rain riven London. It's cold too.

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  4. Reminds me of my vision, but with sustenance rather than destruction. Very beautiful, Pealogic.

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    1. I read yours and left a comment. Yours has a very different mood.

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  5. Sounds like a beautiful walk and a breath taking sight to see!

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    1. Thanks Robyn, it was a beautiful walk.

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  6. How beautiful! And you took me there! Thank you!

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  7. This is beautiful; might I suggest changing allowing to allowed - it will smooth the flow of that line, which caused the only stumble I had when reading this out loud.

    Tony

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    1. Tony, thanks I appreciate your comments. I had considered and rejected allowed. However, I went back and added a comma and somehow allowed was the better choice.

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  8. I enjoyed following your on your hike. Beautiful imagery, Pea!

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    1. Thanks Gabriella, you are welcome to join me anytime.

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  9. I can almost feel myself being there..

    "To the lullaby of lightly lapping water" ..such a soothing line..

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    1. Thanks, I find a gentle water sound very soothing.

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  10. What beautiful imagery here. I especially liked:

    "My eyes and squinted into a blooming sun,
    Its petals reaching out to touch
    The misty trails of whiteness webbing the sky."

    I could picture your vision clearly from those words!!

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  11. everything is so beautiful about the poem especially the blooming sun with its warm rosy petals.....lovely.

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    1. I so wish I was being touched by the sun now, I'm freezing.

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  12. Very nice told...a place I would like to be!

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    1. Thanks so much. It's easily accessible, if you get as far as Switzerland

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  13. Vivid and gorgeous portrayal...Immaculate writing!

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  14. This is so lovely and well done, I felt like I was there, watching, and it was a beautiful sight.

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    1. You are welcome to accompany me any time, except in winter when we won't get there.

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  15. Excellent photo. I like composition

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