As the sun spirals quickly down
Into eternity’s sweet depths
Lavender smells waft on the evening breeze
Bask in the fading light
And sounds of a magical flute
The willows sing in the wind
We are heirs to the grace and mystery
That around us always abounds
The FWF prompt this week is a word bankâ€¦
sweet â€“ lavender â€“ flute â€“ heir â€“ willow â€“ bask
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Reads like a moment taken to enjoy the evening’s surroundings! Lovely.
That is exactly where it was written in my backyard at the picnic table as the sun set, thanks!
Thank you Colline!
Very simple, very beautiful and transports the mind to a peaceful place. Love it! 🙂
Glad that came through, that is how I felt when just ‘free writing’ this piece. Thanks Heidi!
Awesome free write – you did well using the word bank words line after line.
Well done, Mark! You incorporated the words effortlessly into this beautiful poem!
Here is my entry for this week: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2013/06/01/too-much-lemon/
I almost imagine fairies popping out from behind trees on this one. Beautiful, magical, mystical.
I think they might have been there as I was writing, at least the swallows were soaring overhead! Thanks!
Oh Mark … how lovely … this line especially: We are heirs to the grace and mystery.
Thank you Annie! Yeah, I believe the greatest mystery and grace lies on the other side of the undiscovered and to paraphrase CS Lewis if we long for something not in this world the simple answer is we were made for another world. Thanks again!
I swear, I want everything you write put on a plaque to hang on my wall. ♥ You have such a gift. Thank you for always showing up and giving me something wonderful to read, Mark.
Thank you Kellie! I find a lot of the time it is my surroundings that speak the words to me sparked by your prompts. This one was written outside at our picnic table in the back yard as the sun set Friday night. I love when the words come so quickly you can hardly get them down on paper fast enough. Thank again!
Can feel the outdoors so well done.