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Where Wonders Remain
Snow crowns violet mountains that reign over trees,
__Whose forests stand verdant and old;
It ends where rich valleys roll down to the seas,
__To welcome blue waters with gold.
From mire-slicked rocks swift crustaceans crawl,
__And offer themselves to the sea.
Above, flocks of gray gulls soar circles and call,
__Their freedom emancipates me.
Blue heavens are rivals in hues with the waves,
__An azure more ancient than thought.
We’re mastered by mysteries from cradles to graves,
__Where wonders remain to be wrought.
I visit the shore when my dreams haunt my needs,
__Which sun-worshipped waters allay.
If oceans should transform desires to deeds,
__I’d wash my forebodings away.
Fair earth harbors beauty that nurtures the heart,
__From morning of life to its close.
In limitless cosmos a star nears a start,
__Till last, like a comet, it goes.
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Peggy Everett is a blind poet who lives in the rural Pacific Northwest with her spouse and runs a small nonprofit for pets in need. She has been published in The Catholic Circle, Saint Austin Review, and Sparks of Calliope.
An extremely vivid poem, set up by a first stanza of amazingly brief visual beauty.
Thanks for the read, Peggy.
A most beautiful poem, Peggy, and perfect for the
greeting of a new day. Thank you.
This is indeed a very lovely poem, Peggy, with some lovely imagery and beautiful phrasing. I particularly like the phrase “when my dreams haunt my needs.” Thank you for a poetic invitation to wonder.
It says in your bio that you are blind, but, if so, you are blind in the way that Homer was blind — he saw things in a way few others have ever managed to do. Your
“An azure more ancient than thought”
is as good a visual image as I can imagine reading. May blue skies be with you always, both in fact and metaphorically.
Such beautiful words and visuals Peggy. I can almost taste the salt water spray on my lips. You have an amazing gift. Thank you.