The well-nigh noon sun, brimful on my back vies for regard against dark, blue-gray sky wind tousles my hair, cartwheels on the walk lilts golden leaves, whispers to them a rhyme flaming on sidewalk, gold & reds necks crane rising to the blue-- high they levitate in their cavalcade, gusts of sticky rain soon dispeople streets, beg them not be late swiftly as they rose, leaves come tumbling down gray sky turns azure, dazzling orange sun. Surfing mountain peaks-- Papagayo clown? Or Chinook winds with mercurial horn? flowing through stern-wild then turning gentle-- oriental clime. Is it coincidental? © 2022 selmamartin.com
Written for earthweal in celebration of Earthweal’s 100 Open Link Weekend. Congratulations, earthweal!
Image by ELG21 from Pixabay
Thanks all, for reading. Happy weekend, and as always, I wish you miracles.
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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All clime now I think is becoming “oriental” – delicious and too wild. Some startling imagery and wording here apt for your theme. (PS, Thanks for the high five on earthweal’s 100th open link weekend. Much appreciated and thanks for participating …)
Lovely to read this wonderful sonnet from you, Selma ❤️😊🤩
Thanks, dear Ingrid. xoxo.
I’m sure you did this on purpose, Selma – and I love how the words ‘oriental’ and ‘coincidental’ play off one another phonetically! So good!
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David
Yes. On purpose to add spice to the line. Thrilled you picked that out. Thanks so much, David. I appreciate you. 💕
This is a wild spinning read – like the winds you write of. I love it
Thanks, Suzanne. Love it you read. All the best in the new year. xo
Ah, a really great finish, I find. And to dispeople sounds just like what’s going on…
Happy you read, Manja. 😘 ✍🏻 👏
That’s a beautiful write, Selma. I loved it. xoxo
XoXo 💃🏼 Thanks for reading and commenting. I appreciate the visit. 💃🏼 XoXo
You’re most welcome, Selma. Always. xoxo
A wonderful sonnet. I love all the leaf action, and the Chinook wind.
Thanks, Sherry dear. You’re precious. 🤗
Comment disappeared. I really enjoyed all the leaf action, and the Chinook wind.
Sorry you felt the comment disappeared. And for returning to make sure it stuck. I love you for that.
It must have been a moment’s glitch. No worries. I’ll take them both graciously.
Love the comment. Stay sweet. 😘
I love this, it’s a visual delight, I can almost feel the changes occuring
Beautiful sonnet dear Selma. I love it.😘
Aww XO
Xoxo🥰