earthened
they let themselves
let go and gently land
on the face of her who fed them—
mother,
energy drained — her turn to sleep
but not till her offspring
kiss their goodnights
grateful
Copyright ©️ selma
Form: A butterfly cinquain asks for syllables in the order of 2–4–6–8–2–8–6–4–2 and looks like a butterfly when centered on a page.
Poem first published in Medium.
Here’s the free link:
https://medium.com/blueinsight/how-nature-tucks-mother-in-with-grateful-slumber-kisses-bf88d107bd82?sk=881e3ba597ea8128d64245f232abd7ca
Thanks for reading.
Happy November.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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This brings back memories. Delightful, Selma.
Gorgeous, Selma! ❤️
Beautifully written, Selma
just beautiful!
Absolutely beautiful Selma.
Wonderful, Selma.
Really nature beauty. Wonderful Autumn spring. Lovely words written you, Selma 😄. her turn to sleep
but not till her offspring
kiss their goodnights
grateful! 🥲
A very meaningful poem. Beautifully written.
So sweet Selma.
Delightful, Selma! 😊
Really gorgeous, Selma.
Thanks so much. Happy you read and commented kind Sir 😜
You are most welcome, Selma!
Beautiful, Selma! ❣️
🤗