Welcome, dear friends!
For many citizens of the world, this has been such a sweltering summer. Record heat and humidity even clawed its way into the northern climes where I live.
But before we all start complaining about how cold and dreary the coming months have become, I thought I would preserve a more magical summery place in words.
Won’t you join me? Far away from the noise of modern life. Back to the natural, original world we emerged from so long ago.
Please let me know your thoughts and feelings about this poem. Always love to hear from you!
-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘
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i dreamed a meadow into being
i dreamed a meadow into being
a quiet place of hushed pastels
an endless Eden
of humming bees
and faerie trees
where the warm puft breeze
sibilates the grace of such intention
i dreamed a meadow into being
absent all the scars of man
cities of wildflowers
towering over grasses
and songbirds pass
the days away under the hazy glaze
of Lugh’s gaze midst misty fogs of morning
Alright my friend, I could read this kind of poetry for hours because it has the potential to guide the reader to the place, to the setting, to the meadow, to a meadow like the one I was just transported back to in Yosemite… Bravo! 🙌🏼 #Brilliant 💎
Love this comment, Bobby! I love when poetry takes us someplace else. Cheers, my friend. 🙏🏻💙✨
I love this piece, PS. Beautiful imagery. Transportive rhythm. Just wonderful! <3
Thank you so much Jean! I love when folks connect with a poem! 💙🌹🍷🙏🏻✨
This is so magical. I dream my way into this beautiful place . I will be sure to have tucked away when the harsh winter arrives. 🙏🏻💛💚🌈
Thank you so much for your kind words, Jennifer! Love it! 🍷🙏🏻✨💚🌹
This meadow with Lugh looking down reminds me of the Northwest Coast mythology of the raven bringing light to the world. I used to live by a huge meadow and wetland and I often imagined what it was like when Aboriginal people were the only ones living there, so peaceful and untouched.
What an absolutely lovely mental picture, Naomi! Cheers ☘️🙏🏻🌹🍷✨