Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Mag 236 — Moth at Mindfulness Camp



We were meditators, Buddhists, and
free spirits, we walked in the sand,
danced in waves, sang fireside,
worked side by side
in happy labor, sat side by side
in locked silence needing no key
but to return to our breath,
to that one moment, the
only breath, the only moment.

Some brought their kids there too, the cutest
things, sweet groundling sprites
with painted faces and spirits so
pure, who warmed in friendship
and made plays for us, whose bows
to us in the great hall made me cry,
they caught the first light of dawn to
find low tide where the caves told
them secrets, maybe only one secret.

The youngest, age five, caught me
walking one day to the lodge, ran
to me, said I could see her moth -
Come, come - her eyes all alight,
she led me to a corner of the deck
then reverently lifted the moth
and put it in my hand, and I said I
hoped it had had a happy life, and
she whispered It never knew winter.


Written for The Mag: Mag 236 that inspired with the above image prompt.
My picture of the child in the poem is below.

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13 comments:

Berowne said...

Mellow and engaging; well done.

Silent Otto said...

It was a Magic Childe .... Touchingly beautiful ..sorry . Channling Berowne

Tess Kincaid said...

It never knew winter...that's beautiful...

susan said...

Perhaps it never know winter, but it was at home with the dark.

Beautifully envisioned, my friend.

Helen said...

Oh my, I love this! Sweet, intelligent, unique .. Like you.

Kathe W. said...

oh my what a lovely poem- and the last line is so touching....

kj said...

lydia, dear god, have you published your poems besides here? this is another gem. really truly, i love it to the moon and back. how about doing a chap book? (i'm nudging) :^)

i never do this but i have one suggestion: this line:
but that of returning to our
breath

i would change it to 'but return to our breath.' just my two cents.

love love
kj

kj said...

i said it wrong:

needing no key to return to our breath.

that's what i meant to say :^)

Lydia said...

kj~ Am pondering how your suggestion changes what I was feeling. Great input that I appreciate.

Midlife Roadtripper said...

"they caught the first light of dawn to
find low tide where the caves told
them secrets, maybe only one secret."

I love that, Wordsmith.

Misterio Vida said...

well done :) it never knew the winter...reminds me of the Silent Spring... but then thats how you are..you can write whole poems inspired by a single picture or a single word :)

keep going...

Rob-bear said...

A poem of community, done so delightfully. And life through the eyes of a child — breathtaking.

Hope you are well.

Blessings and Bear hugs!

kj said...

lydia, more of a rhythm thing…

look up colrain poetry conferences. i think you should go.

love
kj

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