The air was soft with sun today

I don’t know if this is answering the prompt, but it’s a pantoum about tranquility, which is my way of shutting out the awfulness.

looking south and west

The air was soft with sun today,

Wood pigeons cooed their tender songs,

And tragedy seemed far away,

The world seemed purged of all its wrongs.

 

Wood pigeons cooed their tender songs,

In shade of boughs that hung so green.

The world seemed purged of all its wrongs

As if sadness had never been.

 

In shade of boughs that hung so green,

Peace fell, its touch like trembling wings,

As if sadness had never been

And touched this place where blackbird sings.

 

Peace fell, its touch like trembling wings,

Blue horse dreams banished fear of night.

And touched this place where blackbird sings

Of beauty, flying to the light.

 

Blue horse dreams banished fear of night,

And tragedy seemed far away;

Wild beauty flew into the light—

The air was soft with sun today.

 

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

57 thoughts on “The air was soft with sun today”

  1. What a passionate pantoum; and you are bang on with your feelings. Some days, I tell myself that I will not turn on the TV, will not dip into the despair of the day–but then i give in and accept my dose of pain.

  2. I love the sound of wood pigeons, so restful, they make me smile, as do trembling wings and blackbirds’ songs. We seem to be having that kind of sun-soft air today too!

  3. Stunning Jane, and how well it matches the photograph, how we just want to wander out into the field, into the light, far from the shadow and the weight of life behind us, on towards the sun and the softness and that beauty, so wild.

    1. Thank you! I hope we can hang onto it, we and those who come after us, because it’s not obvious. The slightest thing changes a place, land use changing from agricultural to constructible, dams cutting off the stream and river water so the famers can irrigate crops that are essentially destined for animal feed, a few more rifles in the local hunting brigade…

  4. The pantoum is a surprisingly tricky form, I find. You use the ebb and flow of the repetition so beautifully here, the form becomes part of the meaning. Lovely stuff.

      1. SMiLes if i could
        Give ‘em Just A Teaspoon
        Of what i Enjoy
        Free Within
        They’d Rip
        Their Riches
        Off Dance Naked
        One With Sand And Sun
        People Don’t Realize
        Ruling
        All of
        Existence
        Within Is Real
        Nothing to take
        Or Hoard only
        All Left to Give
        And Share
        Beyond
        Every
        Word Free
        Seeing Being Wind..:)

      2. SMiLes only if ‘Christians’ would really believe that when two or more folks
        Connect ‘God’ Is ‘Present’
        Immigrants would not
        Seem such a Threat
        to ‘who’ ‘they’ are
        Meanwhile
        i Spiral Dance
        Around them
        Without
        Saying A Word
        Just as ‘i AM’..:)

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