photo by Kathie with the Nikon D80My chair becomes my window
As I relax into a dream
In my secret garden
Where all my thoughts take wing
I fly out thorough this window
To galaxies beyond
I visit many places
I have never been before
I feel the earth beneath me
And a zephyr brush my face
I feel the warmth of sunlight—
Breathe the fragrance of new mown hay
I hear bird song in my ear and
The voice of love calling my name
In my secret garden
As I relax into my chair,
As I relax into a dream.
As I relax into a dream
In my secret garden
Where all my thoughts take wing
I fly out thorough this window
To galaxies beyond
I visit many places
I have never been before
I feel the earth beneath me
And a zephyr brush my face
I feel the warmth of sunlight—
Breathe the fragrance of new mown hay
I hear bird song in my ear and
The voice of love calling my name
In my secret garden
As I relax into my chair,
As I relax into a dream.
~Kathie 8-3-09
I never thought about writing a poem about a chair. It's a lovely one and the photo is stunning.
ReplyDeleteOh the beauty of secret gardens and quiet reverie.
ReplyDelete"the voice of ove calling my name"
your poem: lovely, gentle and inspired. thank you
Oh, I want a chair like that - both physically and metaphorically! I love the bird song in my ear and love calling my name. Great lines.
ReplyDeleteSweetness!! Beautiful writing :)
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing better than sitting in the garden...your poem is lovely, and I love the photo!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice take on this prompt. A place that offers the peace that allows the dreaming....A window, even if it is a chair.
ReplyDeleteDiane, I took this photos months ago and tweaked the colors to be more intense. I had been waiting to use it and finally found the perfect marriage of this OSI prompt and the photo. The 2 just seemed to go together! Thanks for stopping by. I know it has been way too long since I have posted here!
ReplyDeletegabrille, thank you so much. I wasn't sure if anyone would get this but I guess I hit a common note!
Quiet paths, I bet you can find or invent one in your own yard! Thank you for your comment.
Bobbie, thank you and thanks for visiting my blog.
Sweetness in the gale, I like your name! Thank you for your visit and your kind comment.
Sandy, I am so glad you liked it! and I'm glad to finally be back! Thank you for visiting!
How perfectly lovely this poem is - lyrical and magical. Perfect, indeed! And the photo is charming and inviting.
ReplyDeleteThe beautiful photo of your chair caught my eye but the poem captured my attention as I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteTumblewords, thank you.
ReplyDeleteMaggie, I'm glad you were so captivated!
Kathie, I hadn't thought of it like this, but my back porch rocking chair is also a window. With or without binocluars, we live on a golf course.
ReplyDeleteYour other blog with your desert walks shows your other window.
Thank you for the thoughts here,
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I don't know that I'd ever get out of that chair, quite frankly.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment on my offering. I am glad your "Linda" had someone like you to care for her.
Oh Kathie, I am so glad I have found this blog as well. The picture of the chair, the poem are lovely....and relaxing.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing...:-) Bernie
Jim, glad to give you a new perspective!
ReplyDeletePatois, thank you also.
Bernie, I am so please you like it here in the shade of my Poet Tree!
It´s a beautiful thought to relax into a dream in a comfy chair, but is that chair really the one? Never seen a garden chair like that.
ReplyDeleteWell written for sure.. I will take the time to look through some of your others now Kathie.
ReplyDeleteI came by to say a big thank you for visiting my post about Ammon Wrigley and for taking the time to read it.. it was long and I did wonder about posting it at all... I am very glad I did as it as stirred some interests and a number of emails.. Sometimes our blogging take us places we never thought they would.
Thank you again
Tom
A chair can be our magic carpet when our hearts are qiet we can spread out the whole unverse around us.
ReplyDeleteKathie, a grazier here is like a rancher in the US. Smaller properties were often worked from a house in a village, or had a village grow near by because of the road.
chrome 3d, that is not my chair, but it is a garden chair. I took this photo outside an art gallery, then tweaked the colors to be more vibrant. I had been wanting to use this photo for something and the prompt and the photo inspired the poem!
ReplyDeleteTom, thanks for stopping by again. I am always glad to see you!
Arija, AH! Thanks for the education!
"chair becomes your window"
ReplyDeleteFrom your poem, I can easily imagine you there- lovely words
great photo of the intricacy and delicacy of the special chair.
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