EXPLORING
Judith Viorst
“…I’ll ponder the sea serpent’s slither; the shark’s slashing fin,
I’ll wander the world and beyond it, by foot and by rocket,
To where the sky ends and mysterious rivers begin…”
copyright Judith Viorst, in her poetry collection, SAD UNDERWEAR
A link to the poet, Judith Viorst
http://www.poemhunter.com/judith-viorst/
I Meant To Do My Work Today
by Richard Le Gallienne
…“but a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
and a butterfly flitted across the field,
and all the leaves were calling me
and the wind went sighing over the land
and…”
– copyright Richard Le Gallienne
A link to the poet, Richard Le Gallienne
http://www.poemhunter.com/richard-le-gallienne/biography/
(* added July 22, 2015
This poem came to me years ago in the huggable book,
SUNFLOWER HOUSES by my favorite celebrity garden guru, Sharon Lovejoy. It does the soul good, to dwell with not only Gallienne’s poem, but with Lovejoy’s lovely book.)
I am betwixt Judith Viorst and Richard Le Gallienne to explain
my sensation this summer. I have delighted in discovery of
the next child’s swaying & singing at a reading
but also,
a chimpmunk feeding
a snail leaving a trail
Boston chipmunk I snapped in a garden.
Elegant land snail in our front yard.
I’ve enjoyed three summer presentations to students at two day camps & one at our library. And I’ve managed a mighty fine amount of writing, which is my only summer goal. At the library we sang a verse of mine in the voice of books stuck inside the library on shelves, books that would love to glide out & go home with us.
I’m so happy
I’m so happy
Because
I’m gliding
not hiding
away..
So, lucky me to experience another kind of gliding on the Wakulla River with my family & giant marine potatoes we joined on the long float.
Because I am fortunate to live in Florida these weren’t my first manatees, but season after season, nothing prepares me for the exotic scene – slow rolls of table-long loaves. In the quiet that falls upon us as we turn our bodies above water to keep them in sight by our side, we hope for the moments when we hear the
pfffft! one emits, when it enters our shared airspace to exhale old air and fill lungs again.
Every breath they take that I witness is the opening of a sea treasure chest.
Sounds like the beginning of my day. Thanks for sharing, Jan.
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Love, love, love this. And of course Richard’s poems resonate. I think I first quoted that poem in my 1991 book “Sunflower Houses.” Doesn’t it suit women like us??? I hope so. We have to always be children-at-heart. Blessings.
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Sharon, you are correct! Thank you so much for visiting & for adding so beautifully. I’m honored
you are here.
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You are so correct Sharon! Thank you. Am honored to have you visit here. Summer breezes!
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