LONGING

A love of nature poem written August 22, 2015

There is a longing in my soul

to stand again in fields of green

to breathe the sun and hear the earth

and feel the call of things unseen.

Beneath the feathered waves of light

the pow'r of Gaia draws me down

to lie upon her pulsing breast

and fold me in her silken gown.

I dream again, as if a child,

of castles in the clouds above

and fairy kingdoms 'round about,

and in my hands a treasure trove

of stars and moons and promises

and music only I can hear

that dances through the silv'ry boughs

to sing into my eager ear

with choruses of birds and breeze

the whispering of reed and rush

the trill of water over stones

the thunder clap, the sudden hush

when, in the rest before the rain

my heart falls still and knows the whole

of life contained in this one beat

resolves the longing in my soul.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'LONGING'
Catherine Donavon,
So real, so inviting are the colors and fragrances which charm our senses when
visiting nature's bounty. You have given an honest look at how nature influences
your senses-your heart. I get it for it is truly amazing and always changing. Here
is just a little which I found a commonality:
'with choruses of birds and breeze
the whispering of reed and rush
the trill fo water over stones
the thunder clap, the sudden hush'
Blessings to you.
Kathy

[Richard🖌]

A good Thursday morning to thee, Catherine 🌸
And, a warm welcome, too.
I've already read and enjoyed your pieces, each in its own unique poetic form, and decided to begin here with reviews … at the beginning.
A genuine poetess extraordinaire I see you are, and this particularly beautiful piece of wondrous imagery, rendered in enthrallingly smooth syntax, and metaphoric embraces of emotional bliss, you have deftly brushed into our mind's-eye from Nature's colors, textures, and hues, is sheer mastery.

Techy stuff: In abcb, iambic tetrameter, Quatrain verses, you virtually sing unto an olde bard's smitten soul. Only L6 trips a wee bit; perhaps, the elision pow'rs might sort the iambic beat. And, to rid the run-on, cramped feel, consider a space between verses.

Whatever, this enthrallingly spiritual composition spoke to me far beyond the scope that mere words could convey … with:
"when, in the rest before the rain
my heart falls still and knows the whole
of life contained in this one beat
resolves the longing in my soul."

You've touched me, Catherine, deep and true.
Thank you ever-so warmly for sharing your fine poetic skills with us, Dear Lady-Poet … again, welcome! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Catherine Donavon]

Thank you, Richard. Thank you for the technical advice. Perhaps all L6 needs is an apostrophe, to wit "the pow'r of Gaia draw me down". And I'll consider the spaces as well. Always happy for constructive criticism as I am an instinctual writer without training in the finer points of composition.

[Catherine Donavon]

And 'tis done. Richard, I plan to read some of your work soon, but I'm in the process of preparing my home to put on the market and have precious little time at the moment. I hope things will clear up for me next week and I can visit the site and read the work of several people who have been kind enough to post reviews of my first offerings here. Thank you for the welcome.

[Richard🖌]

Ahhh, Catherine,
It looks sooo much more user-friendly, and all could possibly offer is a size larger font for us with dimming headlamps, and in italics fora softer ambiance.
Okay, I'm ducking … LOL!

You're sincerely welcome, Catherine … I am proud to be one of your readers and new fans.

I'll keep a spot open for you at my place … good luck on the prep and sale; I'd pitch-in, if I were there. 🔨
I'll be excitedly looking forward to your visit. : )

[Lea Sheryn]

Lovely! I enjoy this type of fantasy. You write it as though you are truly there and in doing so make me feels as though I am there too.

[Gee]

Beautifully written piece Catherine, you are obviously far from a novice in the writing stakes.
Welcome to the cafe, enjoyed reading you :))
Good morning

[Catherine Donavon]

Good morning. Thank you for the welcome.

[alanwgraham]

I'm sure that many will identify with the sentiments in your heartfelt poem Catherine. Life can withlay us with its problems and it feels like a great comfort to lose yourself in nature. I believe in the Gaia hypothesis but it looks like our relationship with mother earth is almost beyond recovery.
Developing our unity with the earth can only help.
All the best.
ALan

[Kelly Scheppers]

"with choruses of birds and breeze
the whispering of reed and rush
the trill of water over stones
the thunder clap, the sudden hush..."

An eloquent tapestry of nature, so well defined. So good to meet you, Catherine! Welcome to the Cafe!

[Catherine Donavon]

Thank you, Kelly. So glad I found this site by happy accident. Thanks for welcoming me.

[Kelly Scheppers]

My pleasure!

[LE Berry]

I think I've been there once or twice in my lifetime as well Catherine. Lovely piece of writing...

[Samuel Dickens]

Being the same age as you, this beautiful poem may have more meaning to me than it does for younger folks. Having seen and done much, being in that field full of color and light is better than about anything I can think of. The best things are free--right? Couldn't help but notice you wrote this on my father's birthday.