Stonehenge at the Solstice
(Originally posted June 2013)
today we tilt
staring straight into
the year’s highmost
face of the sun
abolishing night
in the arctics
granting to cancer and middles
our longest of days
for worshipping light
genuflecting our eyes
before mystical splendors
of lingering earthly spectacles
then pausing
to draw in a
deep greening breath
we’ll look to the heavens
inviting a skyway for
advent of glorious
perigee moon
Writer Lynne Sargent
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perigee… there’s the dictionary again. 🙂
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ha ha – sorry about that – some people call it a super moon
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…and we are at the mid-winter soltice
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isn’t it amazing how we connect to the world with these blogs?
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It’s one of the things I like about blogging
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:)… and our winter is just seriously getting under way!
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isn’t it amazing how we connect to the world with these blogs?
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You really have a way with words.
Once I start reading something you’ve written I feel compelled to read more.
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that’s the finest comment I could hope to receive – thank you sincerely
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Just like she poked her head in and asked, ‘Why are you up so late?’
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and I wonder what the answer would be
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Stonehenge–a place I would like to visit–maybe some day…one never knows! Great pic! Great poem! I have been spending the last hour with you…your silent companion on a Sunday…smile…thank you for making my day delightful with your poems!
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oh, you don’t know what that means to me
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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If the truth be told your wonderful poem here does more for me than Stonehenge – a place I’ve always found a major disappointment on the occasions I’ve visited, probably because it’s tourist central there all the magic is lost! Whereas you piece retains its magic.
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what a shame
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…like a pendulum, there is but a second of peaking, then the sun must be off. Mustn’t be late for its appointment in December at the winter lowest.
I think about these events every year and have my whole life.
Thanks, Paul
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your comments are greatly appreciated
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As usual, your poetry and pictures are a most beautiful match. I visited Stonehenge many years ago, before they enclosed it, and felt that I was there to pay my respects to it and to the nearby barrow, as if I had come home. It was a gut-feeling experience.
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I think I understand that feeling – would have enjoyed a chance to visit Stonehenge
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Finally, I get a chance to use my favorite word: Your poem is * druidical * 🙂
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love that word
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Oh my goodness, this has such Majesty!
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love that word
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Great!
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thanks kindly
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