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'
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2019
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