Friday, January 30, 2015

Lavender Left



Lavender left
in the crease
of a pillow
scratches slumber's cheek.

But lavender left
in the swoon
of its furrow
soothes the stars to sleep.

For Hannah's prompt at Real Toads

24 comments:

Susan said...

A hymn to LIFE! Sweet!

Sylvia K said...

I love it!! And I do love lavender as well!! Have a fun weekend!!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is absolutely perfection. Could not be better.

Margaret said...

!! Swoon of its furrow

Love that and thanks for the tip. :)

Kenn Merchant said...

I loved this poem MZ. It was really intriguing and full of compassion. "Swooning the stars to sleep," was my favorite line.

manicddaily said...

Ah lovely (though I don't mind the lavender in the pillow, truly!) k.

Jazzbumpa said...

absolutely delightful
you have me smiling

cheers
jzb

georgeplaceblog said...

soothes the stars to sleep... is wonderful. I love lavender.

Björn Rudberg said...

Actually thus makes me feel as a thieving the stars of their sleep by having a sachet in my bed.. the swoon of its furrow... delightful

Kim Nelson said...

I guess you'd prefer to let it be wild and free!

Fireblossom said...

What a sweet lullaby.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

in the swoon of its furrow- I love this line.

Brian Miller said...

nice...that whole second stanza really makes this mz....sweet....

Hannah said...

You have such a way with the stars...always makes me endlessly pleased to read you...thank you for joining, Mama Zen!

Jim said...

Sleeping stars, pillow, slumber, scratching cheek; it must be my bedtime.
Nice combinations, Mom.
..

blueoran said...

Prescient point. Reminds me of Howard Nemerov poem, "Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose and Poetry":

Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.

There came a moment that you couldn’t tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.


What a difference, that furrow!

Gillena Cox said...

lovely; it reads like an Irish Blessing

much love...

my heart's love songs said...

that second verse is exquisite, MZ. i love the contrast between the two verses and lovely phrase "scratches slumber's cheek." beautiful!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Perfection!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Perfection!

Poet Laundry said...

Sigh. Makes me want to breathe deeply. This is so nice.

Susie Clevenger said...

This is lovely, that second stanza really touches my heart.

Marian said...

Lullabye. This should be showcased in A Child's Garden of Verses.

Suburban Spinach said...

I love that "lavender left" can mean so many things. Is Lavender a person? Did she leave you in some way? Or has lavender (or Lavender) been left behind, with you? Did Lavender choose to stay, or was it/she left behind (perhaps against her will)?

In any case, this is beautiful.