Dreaming of Nature's Love So Rare
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Author's Notes: "Dreaming of Nature’s Love So Rare" is a co-write / co-authored poem by Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid. Our purpose with this poem, rendered in 10 unrhymed Tercet sequential stanzas (with a varied syllabication schema), is to portray a series of dream-like sequences as a person (i.e., the narrator) is standing in a remote forested area of hills and valleys and begins to attentively and thoroughly observe the most wondrous and beautiful everyday pleasures that Mother Nature herself brings into this world we call our home: Earth. Every sight, smell, touch, sound, and any associated mystical or magical events this narrator observes forms the essential metaphor of this poem, to wit: “All of the events discussed result in a unified Dream of One associated with nature’s love so very special or rare.” At least this was our mutual thematic intent and attempt with this particular poem. (Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid - November 20, 2014) (Terza Rima in unrhymed Tercet poetic format)
Categories: autumn, beauty, earth, emotions, imagery, love, and magic.
Standing looking across sweeping thoughts and hopes
alone crying into distant faraway hills and valleys
dreaming I saw before me a big white puff of smoke
Drifting low circling from out of chimneys pots high
slowly moving creeps inner vision dancing with me
candy floss happily towards the glen sweet aroma scent
Scenting turf fires the nostrils with wild scent upon air as
a sun melting her warm fingers into one's back soothing
pure in a baby blue clear sky setting, rising high feelings
Upon a cool caressing Autumn breeze Mother Nature
arrives with songbirds singing sweet clearly with echoes
and most beautiful tunes carried ever so gently in the air
Within a quite stillness silently whispers gasp and cry
splitting down the middle a teardrop falls always slowly
in love with this forever dream, and to the end sighs
Standing on the edge of a pretty crystal cool blue pond
while watching the presence of beautiful fairy elves
and their most wonderful laughs and smiles so ever true
Smelling the wonderful aroma of pure mountain air
with that assured feeling the all is fresh, crisp, real
and flowers, plants, and grass talking to one another
Dreaming many perfect dreams of mermaids sitting
grouped in a green water pool at the waterfall’s edge
and sensing their joy, beauty, laughter, and smiles
This is what dreams are made of as we sense and see
most wondrous things and objects of perfect symmetry
as we feel mountain rain and a most delicious soft wind
Mother Nature and her magical world of treasures and
such beauty indeed make all gods of centuries past and
present stand up and applaud graciously our Dreaming One
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 20, 2014)
(Terza Rima in Unrhymed Tercet poetic format)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014
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