Poetry, Prose & Creativity
February 26, 2013 22 Comments
Photo credit: Louise Hastings
When I woke this morning,
not really awake,
paddling along the surface
of a dream like a swan,
I thought this must be
what a soul is like,
always there
but hidden on the other side of dark.
I could be the wind or trees
or a bird under starlight
or the ripples on the lake,
but I’m not me
until your currents lift me
and I rise into air.
©2013 Louise Hastings
Louise J Hastings is a writer and the author of a first collection of poetry published by Winter Goose Publishing in 2012. Her newest book is a children's fiction novel called Beatha - A Badger's Story, written to help raise funds for the Badger Trust. Living on a wing and a prayer, Louise allows her thoughts and emotions to breathe through the power of artistic expression. A nature lover and defender of Gaia, she is inspired by the beautiful countryside of Somerset, in South West England. All posts and poetry copyright © 2010-2013 Louise Hastings
I am a writer and author of a first collection of poetry, Phases of the Moon published by Winter Goose Publishing in 2012. My newest book is a children's fiction novel, Beatha - A Badger's Story written to help raise funds for the Badger Trust. A nature lover and defender of Gaia, I am inspired by the beautiful countryside of Somerset in South West England. I love reading and writing, and allowing my thoughts and emotions to breath through the power of artistic expression.
I’ve missed this voice, your voice, in verse for too long! Glad you and that swan are getting your feet wet again. Beautiful, elegant and spiritual poem, dear girl!
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Louise, I love the lightness of your touch here which leaves the identity of “you” for the reader to decide. This is another beautiful poem from your pen/keyboard.
lightness of touch is exactly the right word…almost feels like the poem itself has feathers…really a tender voice here louise
oh my..this unfolds so delicately. just love this. concluding two stanzas almost took my breath away…thank you for sharing your gift, Louise..as always~
Beautiful turn.
smiles…love the closure on this….that you can not be the you that you are intended until they lift you up…nice delicate touch with this louise…i end with a sigh…smiles.
Love the feel of this. The depth of insight is beautiful.
Everything works so well in this poem … the lilt, the mystery, the beyond of it … & those final three lines of the whole fourteen. Beautiful
paddling along the surface
of a dream like a swan….gorgeous imagery, Louise.
This comes together so well – as Peter put it “the beyond of it” speaks so clearly – a soul awaiting completion is so lyrically expressed in the final three lines
The first two stanzas are very powerful to me. The imagery, the emotion, I almost thought it was over. I love swans and their grace, so I love your metaphor
Soulful work – my kind of poetry… All the Best to you Louise
Pure perfection. A delight to read. Smooth as silk. One of my favs today. Great metaphor!
Such peace and beauty…. You left me with the serenity of a dream, floating on the ripples.
Thank you, everyone…really appreciate your thoughtful comments
surfacing to become.
lovely imagery
Hmm. Really phenomenal. I must seek out the nearest secluded swamp and boat around. The poem incites me to it. Beautiful.
Beautiful as always and so particularly consistent. Your imagery reveals a deep truth I think. A truly precious poem.
Thanks ever so much, Martin for your kind words x
I’ve learned to dive under the surface of the water, too. We can take off in either direction.
Always takes my breath away how you write…. I cannot find adequate words to express… But, if the swan is here to be a swan… And the wind to be wind and the ripples to be ripples… You are here to write… A wonderful thing, how if we are truly engaged in being who we really are, and giving of our gifts so freely, we more easily slip through ourselves to discover the currents underneath… The source of our gifts and our being… x
Ah…the beauty of writing…I couldn’t be without poetry to express….thanks ever so, Amanda
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