This is for the final day of Jane’s wonderful A Month with Yeats Poetry Challenge. It has been glorious. Thank you, Jane! I wanted to end the month on a hopeful note–a bit different from my last couple.
I’m also linking this to the dVerse Open Link Night.
Today’s quotation from Yeats:
“And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,” —W.B. Yeats
In my dream, I soar with the gulls
adding my laughter to their own,
as I fly higher and higher away from home,
riding the waves of the infinite sea
floating weightless, drifting far, content to be
just there, a speck, a spot within the shimmer
lightly gliding amongst stellar glimmer
as the stars sing their songs and the moon hums along.
Then dropping slow, I wake at peace upon my bed,
(bits of stardust still glint softly on my head),
at home with you, now earthbound me,
and I rejoice to hear a sound, the robin’s voice
greeting the rosy sun, the light of day now just begun
hope sings and floats with feathered wings
and rises strong at dawn from the maple tree.
Such a glorious dream and also worth the coming home.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Jilly! 🙂
Soaring and singing are hopeful words, a great flourish to your superbly productive month of November. Congratulations – so proud of you, Merril! I caught the wispy reference to Emily Dickinson near the end.
And I put “bits of stardust” on my Christmas tablescape this afternoon.
Thank you for your kind comment, Marian. It’s been a fun, creative-charging challenge.
Yes, a bit of Emily. 🙂
I imagine I’ll see a photo of your “bits of stardust” at some point!
Another perfect poetic ending to Jane’s challenge. I love the line ‘bits of stardust still glint softly on my head,’ Bravo! Hope is heard!
Thanks so much, Damien!
I needed a bit of hope and whimsy. 🙂
I can’t help gushing over your poetry, Merril. It ‘speaks’ to me in such beautiful ways. I hope I can wake sometime with stardust scattered on my head. May we learn to always allow hope to sing within us, as we feather our wings. xo
Gush away! 🙂 Thank you so much, Pam! Yes, wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing to learn?
“hope sings and floats with feathered wings / and rises strong at dawn from the maple tree.” I would match this up against Yeats’ lines that sprouted this. Damn fine word-smithing!
Thank you so much for your very kind compliment, Charley! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem!
Just call ’em like I read ’em!
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This is absolutely gorgeous!
Thank you very much, Holly!
You’ve out done yourself poetess
Blushing. 😉
No need. You are super!
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And what a beautiful morning it is ~ I feel like singing and floating, smiles ~
Thank you, Grace. 🙂
Beautiful, Merril.
Thank you, Ken.
What could be better than a flying dream? Yes, a good ending to a wonderful month of verse. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe!
Interesting how light and hope are so intertwined.
Dwight
Yes–and especially this time of year. Thank you for stopping by, Dwight!
I do love dreams like that… some dreams I have are more of falling than flying.
Thank you, Björn. Falling dreams are not fun–well, I suppose they could be, depending how and where you land. 🙂
A gorgeous gull-dream poem – I rename you Jonathan Livingston, Merril!
I love the gull laughter and ‘riding the waves of the infinite sea’.
Thank you very much, Kim! 🙂
A very lovely dream to have 🙂
How lucky you are to soar with the gulls, and then return home to a rosy sun and a maple tree! I loved soaring with you through your superbly crafted poems this month, Merril.
Thank you so much, Rose! 🙂
I wrote a long comment to this last night, when I first read this poem. For some reason, the comment didn’t make it in (WP says something about my browser? I have a browser?) :-0 Anyway, I can’t help gushing over every one of your poems. They speak to me so gently yet intensely. May hope always sing within us, Merril. And may we always fly on feathered wing.
Thank you again, Pam. I just found your comments in my spam folder. And two from Kerfe also. Thanks for alerting me.
I like the idea of the singing robins triggering the songs of the gulls in your dream.
Dwight
I think maybe they’re all a part of the whole.
I liked this line: “greeting the rosy sun, the light of day now just begun”
Thank you, Frank.
A soaring dream, indeed. And beautifully penned 🙂
Thank you so much, Vivian! 🙂
You’re welcome! 🙂
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This one was quite appropriately, dreamy and shimmery. This was quite a piece de resistance to Yeats, Merril. xo 🐦
Thanks so much, Robin!
You’re welcome, Merril.