"Sea" by Koktebel‘Where Wonders Remain’ by Peggy Everett The Society March 26, 2022 Beauty, Poetry 5 Comments . 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. . . 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. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Trending now: 5 Responses Paul Freeman March 26, 2022 An extremely vivid poem, set up by a first stanza of amazingly brief visual beauty. Thanks for the read, Peggy. Reply jd March 26, 2022 A most beautiful poem, Peggy, and perfect for the greeting of a new day. Thank you. Reply Brian Yapko March 26, 2022 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. Reply C,B. Anderson March 26, 2022 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. Reply Norma Pain March 27, 2022 Such beautiful words and visuals Peggy. I can almost taste the salt water spray on my lips. You have an amazing gift. Thank you. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Paul Freeman March 26, 2022 An extremely vivid poem, set up by a first stanza of amazingly brief visual beauty. Thanks for the read, Peggy. Reply
jd March 26, 2022 A most beautiful poem, Peggy, and perfect for the greeting of a new day. Thank you. Reply
Brian Yapko March 26, 2022 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. Reply
C,B. Anderson March 26, 2022 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. Reply
Norma Pain March 27, 2022 Such beautiful words and visuals Peggy. I can almost taste the salt water spray on my lips. You have an amazing gift. Thank you. Reply