What a morning, said the little bird,
*What a morning—fresh, as if issued
to children on a beach*
— fresh, like the flaps of an ocean wave.
The children,
*wrapped in the the soft mesh of the
gray-blue morning air*
waddle like happy ducks
while the grownups stand at the open
window eyeing the air, convinced
*that something awful was about to happen.*
They scrutinize the freshness,
are suspicious of the blue mist and the hum
in the synchronized paused laughter of the
children seated round the table,
inhaling breakfast
in a hurry
for the promise of a ride on the omnibus
and a beach outing.
On a fresh June morning when the air’s so
appetizing, why are the grownups such
nincompoops? What could it take to fill
them with extraordinary excitement?
Copyright ©️ Selma
In Asterisks ~ Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
This poem is written for the What do you see #296- 7th July, 2025 prompt. Thanks, Sadje.
#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #WDYS
Featured Image credit; Nik @ Unsplash: WDYS
This image shows a small bird – common chaffinch, sitting on a branch of a tree. The neck and the belly of this little bird are tinted orange and its back feathers are brown and white.
Thanks for the loveliness of this prompt. Thanks all for reading.
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the children know the joy innately, the adults look for the worry
So right you are. Even in such a perfect fresh morning, they look for the thing to worry about. Thanks Beth. Xoxo
What a fun combination. It literally sashays across the page with movement throughout.
Thanks for your readership and for being such a beautiful encourager my friend. Bless you.
Said so true Selma.
No worry or care with kids, they are too busy enjoying life.
we’d do good to learn a little from kids. (or pets) Really. I think so. xoxo, Maggie. Bless you
I believe you are correct Selma xo
I like the way you always focus on what we sometimes forget xo
Thank you and many blessings to you.
That was awesome, Selma! I love how you worked your piece around borrowed lines. Great poem!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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I’m blessed to know you enjoyed it, dear Yvette. Bless you. Happy summering.
Love, love your poem dear friend. The children are always looking for the bright side. Thanks for joining in
Yes, and we were children too. Thanks so much for the lovely photo. Blessings.
You’re most welcome
The joy of the summer holidays, spending them with best friends.
Seeing summer with a new set of (grandma) eyes. Loving it all. Be well Diana. bless you
❤️
Absolutely wonderful, Selma. Love it!💕
Aww. Thanks dearly Grace
My pleasure, Selma 💕
I love the tiny Bird sitting on a branch of a tree. So nice colour. Absolutely nice written poem ,Selma 😀
Raj. Happy you enjoyed the photo. I loved it too. Bless you.
Your appreciation excites me. Happy Summer Grace.
What an awesome interweaving of lines from Mrs. Dalloway! The Hours is one of my favorite books! And I would agree, nin-com-poop grown ups always take the fun out of things! lol We’ll done, Selma. 🙂
nin-com-poop grown ups always take the fun out of things! — ain’t this the truth… sometimes we need to relearn from children. Thanks, Susi. so happy you enjoyed the interweaving. I love Mrs. Dalloway– a pretty short read. And To the Lighthouse was a challenge at first until I surrendered to it. Then I adored it to pieces. I havent’read The Hours. Happy summer, my friend.
lol Yes, they do! 🙂 You’re welcome, Selma! I recommend the book and the movie. Same to you, dear.