This Day

On

a day

like this day

like no other day

before, since or after today,

it dawned anew, fresh,  pure, clean

as if the first to have been.

Yesterday is gone, the future does not exist.

So place your mind firmly on this present moment.

This point in time, it’s all we will ever have.

A Singular Moment of Spring

soft

sheer curtains

gently lift slightly

by a cool wind

that began across the lake

kicking up tiny, white, capped ripples

and carrying the fragrance of Confederate Jasmine

that mingled with the smell of wet beaches,

and freshly washed laundry just hung on the clothesline.

A singular moment of spring caught upon a sunlit breeze.

Join our host Victoria as she illustrates the art of the Etheree for us for Meeting the Bar at dVerse Poets

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  1. Oh yes, we must savor EVERY single moment of spring. I enjoyed your imagery…I could picture the shimmering of those sheer curtains…so glad to have a brush of fresh air after a long stale-aired winter.

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  2. I am inhaling it deeply and enjoying myself in this spring season ~ Love that smell of wet of wet beaches, and freshly washed laundry ~

    It was me who linked you up earlier, smiles ~

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  3. Sigh.. such vivid images in your etheree Gayle 😀 we should definitely rejoice in this season as long as we can. Beautifully written.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. Time is indeed “now” we must enjoy the moments of life while we can.

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  5. How beautifully these blend together, Gayle. One doesn’t notice the beauty of the second have without attention to the first. As for Carolina Jasmine…I love its subtle scent. We planted it in the desert.

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  6. “a singular moment of spring” — YES. Love this.

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  7. Glenn Buttkus

     /  May 19, 2016

    Grace & I are snagged, with each new poem out here on the trail, with the same lines; odd but cool, similar minds perhaps. You had me at /the smell of wet beaches/ & as a child of the 50’s, the smell of fresh laundry in a breeze, in the sun, was Heaven; great creative take on the etheree prompt.

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  8. Loved the specificity of “Confederate Jasmine”; very evocative. Your attention to detail helps this poem create a perfectly crystallized “singular moment of spring”, and it’s wonderful. One of my favorite times of year

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  9. Oh that smell of flowers and fresh linens has captured that perfect singular moment. A gem to keep in memory and in words like you did.. I will remember smells today,

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  10. A meditation. I felt a fresh breeze through my mind. I’m taking deep breaths of the rain outside.

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  11. I find peace in these words, Gayle! Brilliantly written!

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  12. Anonymous

     /  May 20, 2016

    Another medatative, strong visual. And a message to enjoy the NOW. Love it.

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  13. Forgive me this week as I’ve not been able to participate as I usually can given two internet outages this week. A fierce storm came through on Tuesday and knocked our power out for 12 hours including the internet. A tech came out and fixed the internet yesterday only to have it go out again last night! Arrgh!! The same guy came this afternoon and got it going again…so happy. But needless to say it has ruined my week with dVerse. I’m so sorry about that.

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  14. Aww yes…this moment is all we have for certain and you’ve shared one of them here with us like a gift! A great reminder for living our lives in the present.

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  15. aLL Art aLive..
    All Present noW
    pleasUre preSent
    creaTiViTy.. science
    oTheR Way.. dARth
    oF heARt COld.. Oh..
    aRt withouT
    pAinT
    bY NumBers..
    yoU arE aLiVe..:)

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  16. Wonderful imagery. Sometimes time does stand still in the beauty of the moment.
    Anna :o]

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  17. absolutely beautiful — “a sigular moment of spring” — how I loved hanging sheets out on the line when the first spring days came, when we lived in the Iowa countryside! And you could hear the rumble of the tractors rolling through the fields preparing them for the sowing.

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  18. A beautiful and refreshing day.

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  19. Ah, that wonderful moment when you know Spring has arrived!

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