The Gleaming

Posted on February 7, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  Sunday Muse #146
“Natural Woman” Digital Collage Art “Covid Creations” by Susie Clevenger
Through each phase
of the moon, fireflies
gleaming like drops
of gold stained glass
circle fabric of the
skies.  Free floaters
weave themselves into
her hair, listening 
to trill of songbirds,
watching dance of
wildflowers.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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30 Responses to The Gleaming

  1. Athira says:
    February 7, 2021 at 2:33 am

    Powerful words

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  2. qbit says:
    February 7, 2021 at 2:38 am

    “Free floaters
    weave themselves into
    her hair,” – nice!

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  3. Helen Dehner says:
    February 7, 2021 at 3:43 am

    This is one of your finest, Sara. And may I add, I love when comments appear days and days after I have posted a poem … like an unexpected gift.

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  4. Carrie V. H. says:
    February 7, 2021 at 5:30 am

    “Fireflies gleaming like drops of gold”. This is simply gorgeous Sara!

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  5. wyndolynne says:
    February 7, 2021 at 1:52 pm

    Beautiful! A tapestry of light and text.

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  6. Alexander De says:
    February 7, 2021 at 2:43 pm

    You have woven the words as the artist has woven the images. This is filled with light!

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  7. Portofino says:
    February 7, 2021 at 2:52 pm

    A tapestry poem inspired by a (digital) tapestry. You captured that point in image, beautifully, and then pulled us into it. Well done!

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  8. Sherry Marr says:
    February 7, 2021 at 6:22 pm

    I love the dance of the wildflowers, the trill of birdsong in this poem.

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  10. Truedessa says:
    February 7, 2021 at 9:07 pm

    I like the dancing wildflowers and inclusion of the fireflies. Woven words to delight.

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  11. Alex says:
    February 7, 2021 at 9:26 pm

    How gorgeous. I love the fireflies.

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  12. Jim says:
    February 7, 2021 at 10:07 pm

    At first when I read your title I saw “Gleaning” and thought of Ruth and others scrounging for food or food money.. All afternoon I have been thinking of the “bird in the hand” and here she would be jealous of the fireflies and the other birds.
    ..

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  13. Beverly Crawford says:
    February 7, 2021 at 10:10 pm

    You captured the image, wove it into beautiful words and sent it back into the moonlight!

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  14. Susie Clevenger says:
    February 7, 2021 at 11:01 pm

    Such a beautiful voice for the image. Thank you for sharing it!

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