Saturday, June 5

In my garden — magpie tales 17

willow's photo prompt
for magpie tales 17
When memory elopes on feathered wings, there is no such thing as an empty nest ...

Tonight
my daughters sing
soft cinquains in the wind,
while watered gardens whisper prayers
to stone.

To see what other participants have written in response to this week's prompt, click on the photo caption. This cinquain was gently inspired by willow's moving "lamb chop" poem, featured in my "Caught our eye" sidebar.

29 comments:

  1. how lovely,
    and while I don't know much about opera, I know it gives me goosebumps , and to have a daughter that can sing like that would be so humbling.
    Your tribute to Willow's poem, and no doubt your appreciation for the arts, is perfect.

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  2. Whispering prayers to stone is something I'll remember in my never-empty nest. It made me think of quiet fountains too.

    You will be a well like a watered garden . . . - Isaiah 58:11

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  3. short sweet and brilliant...listening for their song...

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  4. lovely indeed, "whispering prayers to stone" ...bkm

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  5. Beautiful. I can hear your daughters singing alongside the watery garden. What I love even more, is the notion that "when memory elopes on feathered wings, there is no such thing as an empty nest". I'll think of this when I feel those pangs of emptiness.

    It is an honor to have caught your eye. Thanks, LLL. xx

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  6. I really like it; it is so soft, flowing, smooth. Lovely.

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  7. ... your Magpie blew me away! Great writing.

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  8. There's a graveyard motif to this... not sure it was intentional or not, but powerful nonetheless.

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  9. In a front of this kind of beauty I can only stay silent and try to hear the song!! :)

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  10. subtle, strong words imbued with beauty lorenzo. steven

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  11. interesting to have your setting be night time .... not a usual time to be in the garden ..... lovely poem

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  12. Lonely wistful place, except for ghosts, your garden of remembered daughters singing! It got me.

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  13. How lovely are you words Lorenzo ... this place you've painted sounds so beautiful. I wish I were there to experience it first hand. To hear the sweetness of their song in the watered gardens! Just lovely!

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  14. Your cinquain is so beautiful! So very difficult to create such beauty within the boundaries of five lines. My hats off to you.

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  15. truly lovely! Wistful yet full of praise.

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  16. Very beautiful -- love the whispering sound of 'soft cinquains in the wind'

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  17. I love it! "Watered gardens whispering prayers to stone"
    Beauty.

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  18. Lyrical entry, Lorenzo. It sings.

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  19. love to hear them sing...
    cute tale!

    mine is up!

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  20. Lovely image of a precious night!

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  21. Sweet, succinct and stunning. So there!!

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  22. so beautifully crafted --I can hear the song

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