Jeanne Mcgee Poet Free verse

From My Hammock

I turn off the spicket of daily business
From inside the cocoon
Of my hammock
My world seems different
As I gently sway, caressed in suspension
No effort needed
To watch the graceful lineal limbs
Of a cedar tree
Rising like a chipmunks’ ladder
With swags of green falling

I lay back to listen.  Nature has her own
Noisy silence
More peaceful than the abyss
Of my past haunts
I welcome the release of tensions
No judgement
Inside the womb of safe lands
I feel time spiral backwards 
The lullful rhythm swaying me to rest
Indulging this moment

Eyes close to the untold wonder of dreams
Sounds shuffle beyond hearing
I drift to the creative zone
A mile of snoring when she arrives
Then disappearing
To suddenly awake with new vision
seeing words on a page
I jump up to grab pen and new paper
Now the sight fading away fast
I must write


I dedicate this poem to all those who, in this busy, crazy world, can see a vision to share with the world that helps the world be a better place through their craft, be it writing, painting or performance....listening to your muse when she speaks is the first step of all amazing artists.

7-12-2019
'Your Best Poem That is Trophy Worthy (Premiere Contest Trophy) Contest 4'

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Caren Krutsinger July 15, 2019 at 3:03 PM Ah, this is so poetically accurate; it is when we are in our most peaceful place that poems arrive in bulk, shooting themselves into our relaxed, hammock-laying mind. Nice one! Jeanne Mcgee July 15, 2019 at 3:21 PM I don't get enough hammock time...but sitting my the sea I do regularly and it works just as good for me. Thanks for your kind words Caren!

Sandra Adams July 14, 2019 at 3:26 PM my muse often sings loudest when i am at rest and i have learned if i do not give in to her the words will be lost in her spitefulness ...i like the scene you set up here :) Jeanne Mcgee July 14, 2019 at 11:27 PM Yes, I do wish I could hold on to the dreams for longer then 2-3 sentences!

Andrea Dietrich July 14, 2019 at 2:11 PM what a dreamy poem, and at the end of it, Quick, write the vision before it goes away. I hate waking up and my dreams are in my mind yet I cannot recall the details. GREAT writing. Jeanne Mcgee July 14, 2019 at 11:30 PM Thanks Andrea. All I could remember was a beautiful woman in whose lips I could see the ocean...wrote it out and sent it to a magazine.

Silent One July 14, 2019 at 4:55 AM I know the feeling, but so many times, I am too lazy to write.. well expressed.. Jeanne Mcgee July 14, 2019 at 11:28 PM Thanks! Usually I can't remember anything but a feeling.