prayer flags fringe air…
they agitate in wind
and flutter edge their
repetition…incremental to
wellbeing across time and space
prayer flags pierce blue
sky distance with forest pine
poles, bark skinned to white…
they ground their tissue proxies
in stability of earth
prayer flags scatter blessings…
wisdom gifts of caution…
guides for a sentience of being
where ease displaces worry and
sweeps care from consciousness
Bonnie Marshall
Photography by Larry Louie
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I absolutely, love this. 🙂 The peace, the beauty in it – it’s just breath-taking and wonderful to me. Thank you so much, for sharing this my friend. 🙂
That you would write such a thoughtful comment, I sincerely appreciate. Smiles.
Excellent poem
Your opinion I gratefully appreciate, KB. That you would reblog my work is thoughtful most certainly.
Reblogged this on A Mirror Obscura, and commented:
A poem of excellent thought and execution. >KB
Felt at peace in journeying through the last stanza. Beautiful.
Then, that’s a very important reason I’m glad I wrote it. Smiles, dear poet.
beautiful and good.
Know your comment is meaningful to me, Ward.
Reblogged this on Ward Brent McBurney and commented:
This is so seeming effortlessly good and lovely I cannot help myself but repost it. The author knows I do not leave by reflags up for long, and that that is no judgement. If I knew how to pray, I hope it would be like this …
Always…always my grateful thanks, Ward.
It’s growing! – –
praying flags
as foghorns locate place
rock…paper…scissors…
blade through to sanity
seance in a gallery
to apprehend the tip
when townies go to ground…
small act of mercy
I appreciate your marvelous wit. Smile. Just grand.
“they ground their tissue proxies”
Bonnie, I just love your word craft.
I value your comments, Malcolm. It’s meaningful to me when someone points to a line they like. Smile.
Gosh, I love this! Thank you!
You are so very welcome. Smile.