Westminster Quarters chime
partitions in the air
and orient for place
a pacing in the hours
and sleepy cockcrows wake
to first ordain the dawn
with much the surety
of rows of daffodils
unclenching in the sun
it is a gentle doing
it is not blast ordained
like thunder lightning storm
from heavy-lidded clouds
decreeing lines for rain
then let us sing … my love
impromptu melodies
to delegate our days
in measured harmony
Bonnie Marshall
Art by Vincent van Gogh
“Wheat Fields in Rain” 1889
Lovely poem, Bonnie. Love can be wild and unpredictable or paced like rows of planted flowers, counted upon and enduring.
Ah, thank you for this interpretation, Sharon.
Very poetic indeed!
Grateful thank you, dear Nancy!
This poem is “a gentle doing” Bonnie. It also has a period sound to it – what is that?
Thank you for your visits to Art Rat…
John, it is my pleasure to visit Art Rat Cafe, for you have a refreshingly unique insight into thought. About a period sound … don’t know … thinking it’s a riff on measured harmony.
hmmmmmmmmmmmm!