The Swan


Ivory’s pure grace pierces surfaces within my being
vibrant colors war gray reflections in gentle waters
where recessed alcoves bloom blue water lilies

memory’s reverie preserves once silent seasons
subdued beneath warmly lit rays of existence
moon, each dusk, each dawn, surely meets sun

assurance of light’s source throughout time

(c) 2015 S L Jennings aka Sandy Somewhere
“The Swan” poem and image

About spiritedpoet

No online identity can truly define me. I am a kamakaze pilot of life. I have a navigation panel with controls, but I understand I cannot control external elements. I believe I am spirited with God (Love) to guide my life. I am human in my strength and my frailty. I somehow safely navigate my children through life's trial and errors. I proudly wear each stripe on my Mom's uniform; though, I still love the silky feel of soft négligée against my skin. I am human after all. Welcome to my Spirited Poet blog. Welcome to me.
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