Pink Hat Lady

July 2014 Vacation 133

Pink Hat Lady sits

Contemplation takes hold

The pieces of her life in bits

Visions crisp, clear, bold


Pink Hat Lady sits

Her mom and poppa come to mind

Precious song and humor in bits

Memories only she can find


Pink Hat Lady sits

Stillness in the rows of trees

The quiet of gun-metal, bare bark in bits

Simplicity of nature she sees


Pink Hat Lady sits

Not wanting to move from this place

The jigsaw puzzle of life in bits

She desires to slow its rapid race


Pink Hat Lady sits

The clouds decide their dry fate

She ponders the weekend in bits

The lurking shutterbug waits


Pink Hat Lady sits

While a picture from behind is snapped

She will rise in a few bits

The day, the beauty, leaves her rapt


Pink Hat Lady stands

It’s time to move aside

To explore why nature is grand

And let the bright pink hat hide

July 2014 Vacation 132


18 responses to Pink Hat Lady

  1. M-R says:

    I do like it. You have a way with expressing your feelings in poems, eh, M-J ? Clever ! 🙂

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thanks M-R. I spent three days camping and this is my favorite photo from the excursion. I had to do something with it.

      • M-R says:

        I totally agree !
        Rather strange walkway and seats: I mean, there’s not exactly a fabulous view.
        So it’s just as well you used it to such advantage. 🙂

      • bikerchick57 says:

        This is a piece of the Ice Age Trail, which is a national trail. It looked like they had recently put this boarded path through – to keep people off the marshy bog underneath. There were other parts of the trail that were incredibly beautiful.

  2. LB says:

    So I just have to ask (and I’m not a poet) … was she sitting there and that inspired you? Or did you create first and have someone you know sit there? (hope that doesn’t offend)

  3. Marsha says:

    Very contemplative poem, Mary. It reflects what we all think about while life gallops forward. I love the stanzas about her mom and poppa and the memories that only she holds. Sometimes my brother and I talk about events in our childhood, and we have such different memories. Thanks for sharing. I also like that you used the same pictures in your black and white post. I would never have read your delightful poem if you hadn’t. 🙂 Marsha 🙂

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Marsha, thank you so much for your lovely comments. My friend and I have shared many special memories of our parents, both in their words and actions. Writing a poem such as this helps to cement those memories and keep their stories alive.

      • Marsha says:

        Very sweet thoughts expressed in the poem. It sounds like you are close, not only to your family but to your longtime friend. When we have these dear friends we are so blessed.

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