True
seems useless
musing on blue
when moon and rain
bend the riverway
as she sways
I have mused
on these truths
Now tree
swallows riot
rose bramble
behind fences
And so it seems
out of tune
to go on musing
blue moon truths
the riverway as
she bends and sways
and rain and rain
and rain
For Margaret’s COLOR prompt in the Imaginary Garden
This is so very lovely! Margaret's list gave rise to many wonderful pieces, but I love the blend of tranquility and melancholy in this one.
ReplyDeleteEach time I read this poem, I love it more.
DeleteThis is absolutely gorgeous, Marian!! *Swoooon*❤️
ReplyDeleteI really felt the rain in the end... not really right as rain, so absolutely heavy
ReplyDeleteThere is a lot of swaying and moving and musing here but I am mostly mystified by all the rain in the end. Such a melodious song! :-)
ReplyDeleteThe bramble roses behind the fence - they do ensnare one so, do they?
ReplyDeleteI got a hint of Joni Mitchell from this beautiful poem, Marian. I love the idea of moon and rain bending the riverway, and those rioting tree swallows. I’ve always thought of blue in a minor chord and definitely rainy.
ReplyDeleteI adore this - it sets the right pace, the right tone. It's kind of a muttering, a bit tipsyish of a poem... and the sounds of rain keep on echoing. Love it.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine the author staring out the window on rainy day and musing on the way the trees and bushes behave when having a bath!
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