…of nature’s tapestry
The threads of nature’s tapestry
are wound in absolute perfection
through every expectant moment
in the endless horizons of time
the sky is a shimmering, silken sheet
of muted blue-green, pastel shades
bleeding into the fleeing night
as if unwillingly awoken
from an achingly, slow dream
now unfurling, through a hazy mist
with hints of rose, and rising gold
a crimson leaf floating slowly
softly silhouetted
falls against the dawn
back, into the darkness
between heaven and earth
between now and then
a timeless flight
of despair and delight
at the edge of the day
in this undaunted stillness
all things sigh and dance
in this sweet interlude
and like the call of the lark
will in time, gently slip away
© Ann Bagnall
2014
Annie's Poetry 
Hi Annie, this is a beautiful mystic poem, it draws one into its world of sounds and rhythms, seducing one till one falls into it like the red leaf falling. Sunrise was never so sweat, thanks for blogging this, keep well, best wishes and blessing, Charles. 🙂
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Thanks Charles – this one all started from a blue-green pastel dawn one morning. The colours just seemed poetic on their own so I wrote down a few words about it and the things I could see and hear and then it just grew into what it is now!
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Hi Annie, thanks for the reply, I often work that way as well, have often been into the Tate Modern in London, and sat in front of those huge great Rothko’s and wrote poems while sinking into the coloured eternity of the paintings. Many of my poems, really are word paintings; I also use music in this way! Best wishes and blessings Charles. 🙂
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Charles! Word paintings! Exactly! I have never called them this but this is what they are. As you will see on my blog I love words that bring me pictures and pictures that bring me words, and I sometimes think I sculpt in words, using words to try and share what I see in my mind – so now if I am asked what I am doing in my notebook or on my ipad or at my desk – I shall be painting!
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Hi Annie, a painter or word painter sounds good, I only have an ancient P.C. and an ancient cell phone, so only do it on paper or straight onto the computer. These poems on the blog are written as fast as possible at about 2am, straight onto the computer, read over once, a few things corrected then published, at a later stage when they go into a book or magazine I will work on them again. Best wishes and blessings, Charles 🙂
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I do a similar thing Charles – I usually write my poems in one go – I start with a word or a phrase or a picture in my head, and the poem usually just writes itself. The writing is often faster than searching for a suitable image to adorn it! Like you when I review it I may change a few words or re-order the lines but in the main – they are just posted as written, no drafts and re-working generally as that just feels like work not pleasure! Sometimes when I am on the bus or the train I see something that sets a poem off in my head, and I frantically write it down for later. Often when that happens by the time I go back to it, nothing comes. So I have a ‘word file’, where I keep all the lines and words I thought of, but didn’t develop, so when I want inspiration, I read it like a book. Sometimes from the beginning, sometimes from a random place, and if it triggers something I am off – sometimes I can write for hours after doing that. When I republish my older poems I sometimes see where I have used the same word twice (and not on purpose) where I think something different might sound better, so I change it, or I find a spelling mistake and fix it. So my poems have a long wait for a decent edit!
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Yes I think this suits me best, at one stage I wrote very technical poetry, but it was really cold and dead, so I like this way. I am a bit lazy about writing things down, I just hope I will remember them. Have a great weekend, best wishes and blessings, Charles. 🙂
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