Contemplative Moment

For Poets United Thursday Think Tank prompt:  Time Out

Contemplative Moment

Stops for a moment.
Sits on the wooden bench
with wrought iron arm rests.

Rust discolors once shiny black,
while faded green paint softens
contours, inviting relaxation.

Vague dreams, like dandelion
fluff whirl round, seeking ground,
a place to rest.

Make a nest for future days
and better ways of being
whatever she might become.

Unknowingly begins to hum
song that comes to mind,
like swirling dandelion fluff,

then lets the words softly
slip from her lips, while
nodding in agreement.

It is time to move on.

Elizabeth Crawford  6/3/11

Notes: Does she or doesn’t she? I like a bit of ambiguity at times. Thanks to Viv’s comment for the swirling dandelion fluff dreams and the Dixie Chicks for Not Ready To Make Nice.

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9 Responses to Contemplative Moment

  1. The Dixie Chicks rock – have you watched Shut Up and Sing about the whole Bush thing? Fantastic. I love this poem, Elizabeth – I am nodding, too!

    Sherry, this song crops up every once in a while and I remember what I have forgotten. It speaks to me of many things, and I am glad,



  2. pamelasayers says:

    Elizabeth, this is so good. Excellent response to the prompt. I love that song by the Dixie Chicks.


    Pamela, I think that there are millions of people who find meaning in those words. Glad you enjoyed the poem,



  3. Mama Zen says:

    Nicely done!

    Thank you Mama Zen, and I doubt I will forget a pug with purple wings.



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  5. Mary says:

    Depathful, Elizabeth! So depthful.

    Thanks much Mary and I think I will always see you in blue from now on,



  6. vivinfrance says:

    Lovely contrasts in this, Elizabeth: moving from practical description: “Rust discolors once shiny black,
    while faded green paint softens…”

    to the dreamy, thoughtful, restful end.

    Viv, yes I worked hard at the contrast. The soft yeilding beginning that led to the song, about personal conflict that whirls around inside like dandilion fluff, until things settle with a decision about movement to be engaged in. The decision makes peace within. Thanks for your comments,



  7. Renee Espriu says:

    The serenity of the moment is certainly felt with your words. Nicely done, Elizabeth.

    And thank you Renee for taking time to read and comment,



  8. Marian says:

    love this, so thoughtful. yay!

    also stopping by to say: As Poets United reaches its first anniversary this coming week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.

    Thank you much, Marian,



  9. Ellen says:

    I love these lines:
    “Rust discolors once shiny black,
    while faded green paint softens
    contours, inviting relaxation.

    Vague dreams, like dandelion
    fluff whirl round, seeking ground,
    a place to rest”

    Ah, the peace that arrives in reflection is a gift~

    I loved your words, so happy you joined in! I love your voice~

    Ellen, thanks so much for your generous comments. I had to do this one because it was your photo. Summer plays hovac on schedules but I keep trying. And congratulations on the fulfillment of one of your dreams. Brava, lady, you deserve it,



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