Listening

Listening to the sounds of

Our cottage, here in our final days of this ISLAND SUMMER,

The quietness, the whirl of the overhead fans,

The birds singing their happy hearts out.

A distant dog barking.

Periodic crows that swoop and caw.

The hum of our fridge, and the periodic

Purr of our new water heater.

Ahhhhh the sounds of island summer.

“I gather the sound in me like a field of wildflowers,

a pleasure that reseeds itself, lovely as lupine, common as blue flax

that thrives along even the busiest road.”

Truly, this ‘bouquet of ease’ that I gather

Carefully, slowly, with a full body inhale

Smells like God. Smells like ‘the holiness of here and now’,

And sounds like PRESENCE.

Nothing artificial about this bouquet of senses,

It arrives ‘as it is’ offering its own fullness, freeness

Organic realness; not more, not less than

Simple ALIVENESS. In this moment.

Gift. Shared freely.

Ahhhhh so grateful for this bouquet of

lavish love, profusely displayed;

A listening hammock of today’s

invitation.

 ~ Marcella

Today's poem prompt comes from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's poem: When I’m feeling Serious: https://ahundredfallingveils.com/2025/07/18/when-im-feeling-serious/

Today’s writing prompt:

“I gather the sound in me like a field of wildflowers,

A pleasure that reseeds itself, lovely as lupine, common as blue flax

That thrives along even the busiest road.”

What might YOUR poem be...with this prompt? Feel free to share a line in response to this prompt or offer a whole poem!