Dora, the guest host for today’s prompt at dVerse poetics, called us
fellow dVerse poets-in-arms and I felt she was talking to me too. So, I consulted
the stars and came up with this poem I hope is on point. See for yourself, please.
"Epiphany" The rider praised the steadiness and thriftiness of his burro the safest, sanest riding mount over the years, except when the mount spooks at something wherein she trips and pitches him forward past her ears Next thing the rider knows he's cursing litanies not at burro but at the old McClellan bargain hunt hard as a rock, hard on the arse too-- that saddle, but the best choice at the dingy shop paid upfront Burro leads him off the road, closer to the meadow where wind and grass susurrate underfoot then, either burro doesn't know or this mule is on to something but his rider follows him smack into the middle of a brook By and by, the rider suspires languishly in the water until finally, he unfolds like a new spring leaf as with stronger discharge from tidal oscillation the brook swells and swallows his earlier grief In the somnolence of the moment, into his peripheral vision shimmies a crystal torchlight of translucent silver tulle as loud exhales tumble out he traces the light up, finds its source, and in a cornucopia of pleasure points & says with fervor to his mule: the moon, look, look the phenomenal moon, oh! his enthusiasm draws the attention of the rotund lady-lamp fazed she smiles, instantly enraptured like a mother observing her tod-- and with eyes enlarged, delighted stares at his perfection, amazed * All Rights Reserved © Selma Martin 2021
Please click on the dVerse link to read the lovely prompt.
In case you’re wondering, the Micro Beaver Full Moon/Frost Moon of November comes
at the end of this workweek– enjoy it, and as you do, please think of this perspective
about your imperfections and hardships.
Let me know what you thought in the comments, please. I’m so happy you read, and as
always, I wish you miracles.
Photo: Photo by FRANK MERIÑO from Pexels (Thank you)
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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Selma,
So glad you answered the call and oh what a treat you give us! The imagery is clearly realized here with overtones of desert dry dust and wind, underscored with notes of burro and leather, all overseen by a liquid moon that smiles in amazement, and not just in condescension. But really, so much to smile about in your poem!
pax,
dora
Your prompt was tops. I appreciate it. And you. So glad you read all that into it. So right you are. He didn’t notice he was being watched. He was lost in his struggles. Like we are. But someone watches. And she: moon thinks we are the most perfect organisms. (Not smartest 🤣)
Thanks so much for reading, Dora. xoxo
That’s gorgeous, I love how you e taken a simple moment and made it divine. It’s quite inspirational 🙂
Thanks so dearly for reading and seeing divinity in it. xo
Ah….this is the narrative style I aspire to….dosed just wonderfully; by that I mean the tone/style. A great yarn, but with lovely details and frustrations, all in a flow…..the mule, and the moon, both are not lost on me, and the fact that the mule is able to feel a certain divinity too, very clever, very caring, very interesting to say the least. So who is that rider of a mule. Whoever he may be, he is in great literary company. Of course I will read the poem a few times to squeeze all I can and collect the thoughts, and ultimately, in my naivity, what I enjoy about reading poetry is how accessible it is. In that you win, with the scenario, and movement keeping the focus.
You left me speechless with your lovely words. Thanks most sincerely for taking the time to appreciate my words like you did. Your encouragement energizes me. Be well my friend. xoxo
This is anabsolute treat Selma, you took me through a whole journey with your words. ❣️
So glad my words did that to you. Thanks for reading. xoxo
You’rr most welcome Selma!
Yes, I will think of this the next full moon.
“the brook swells and swallows his earlier grief” is a magnificent line.
Hi Ron. Thanks for visiting. Glad you took to those words. Bless you, my friends. xo
Heartwarming, Selma! ❤️
Thanks so much for thinking it so. Be well, dear friend.
Wow, this is wonderful! Brilliant story telling, and great imagery.
Pleases me that you enjoyed this, Kate. Thanks for reading and commenting. xoxo
What a fantastic read Selma! So beautiful to behold the magnificent moon. I love this line: the brook swells and
swallows his earlier grief.
Grace, your comment pleases me. That line made a good impression. Thanks so much for pointing it out. Be well. xo
So beautiful training your words. I like
Thanks, Raj. Be well.
Welcome Selma..
I enjoyed the scents, the tactile and the play on light and shadows, especially the moonlight.
I’ll definitely look at the moon with different eyes now, and perhaps even feel like she takes notice of me too 🙂
She notices. Trust me, she does. I’m so thrilled about all you enjoyed. Thank you.
Wow! You narrated as a story. Love your poem,Selma! xoxo dear
I love your enthusiasm. Thanks, Jane. Sweeet! 👏
I’m always happy. Grab little happiness that comes on the way.💖My pleasure dear.