Awakening with Green

This muddle takes its time to clear
All through my mind soaked haze.
If this breeze would calm my fear,
I’d choose to praise these days.

Should something else turn out to be
Fitting for eternity
May that with praise be right with me.

Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting today with the word “muddle”.

Photos: “Awakening with Green”, above, and “Underneath a Willow Tree”, below.

Underneath a Willow Tree

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

52 thoughts on “Muddle”

  1. A beautiful image of the tree with outstretched branches that goes so well with the image in the poem, reaching out for the highest good and ‘Fitting for eternity’ :o)

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  2. kaykuala

    Fitting for eternity
    May that with praise be right with me.

    Luck may favor us at that critical moments sometimes!


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  3. Thank you for the beautiful tree images, Frank! A sight for my sore eyes this morning. It could be a tree speaking in your poem. I love the phrase ‘mind soaked haze’ and the repetition of praise makes it sound like a prayer.

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  4. “If this breeze would calm my fear,” I close my eyes and imaging a light, warm, summer breeze hitting my face. Breathe deep then exhale all the fear. Soul cleansing. Great poem.

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