Monday, July 14, 2008


how will you bear
witness to this winter’s
living temple in-
between the flooded hollows
where wandering cattle have
bent the tussocks low?

then .......... speaks
a gentle refuge prayer
and ..........’s breath
covers all that is

here: the grass
the sunken tracks, and your
own temple-spired hands
with a soft layer of
radiant rime

For other responses to the prompt MYTH, visit One Single Impression

Poem and photo by D. Godin


tumblewords said...

Thoughtful and lyrical! Really enjoyed this piece!

SandyCarlson said...

I enjoyed this, too. I could see this world. God bless.

RIC said...

very picturesque poem...lovely image of The Creator's breath speaking refuge...serene.

gautami tripathy said...

As ric said, very pictursque!

I loved reading it.

building balconies inside your head

Poetikat said...

Very nice, Deb! I love the "bent the tussocks low" image.

The tranquility of a winterscape captured entirely.


spacedlaw said...

great imagery and a real feel to it.

zoya gautam said...

..the delicate fusion of myth and reality..thanks..

Quiet Paths said...

Just beautiful; landscaping with words....

Edward S Gault said...

As Tumblewords said. very lyrical.
A fine poem.
Thank you.

Pam said...

Each stanza is thoughtful and meditative. Very lovely.

Anonymous said...

What lovely images you have created. I look forward to reding more of your poems.