Poetry Friday round-up is with Irene at Live Your Poem.
Spending some time in New Orleans filled me with inspiration, especially in the Syndey and Walda Besthoff Sculpture Garden at the New Orleans Museum of Art. I took pictures and found a poem. My friend, Dani Burtsfield from Montana, walked with me and found her own poem. The two compliment each other like we do as friends.
Reflections on the Teche 
Lovely and classic. I’d recognize your voice anywhere. I love the “imagine we are twins…draw pictures with words…make our own art” Just stunning and beautiful. I’m so glad you had time to be still and reflect. Good things always come from that.
Beautiful! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
What a great place to spend some time and jot some words… writing in the wild. 🙂 Thank you for sharing, Margaret. xo
Beautiful poem that reflects all that we took in on our walk through the sculpture garden. I am composing mine at this very moment!
[…] explored the Sculpture Garden at the New Orleans Museum of Art. While walking through the gardens, Margaret started drafting a found poem as we viewed the sculptures and read about them from the app on our phones. I followed suit, since […]
I have not been to this sculpture garden, but spent a few lovely hours in DC at that one, and loved it. Love that you found so much to include in your poem memory of this lovely garden, and love “a moving sculpture” included. Thanks, Margaret.
Margaret,
Love that tech (an app) helped with the words that became your poem. Also love what you have shared of your “revisit” to New Orleans! ❤
Your poem fits perfectly with the book I reviewed today, all poems written in response to art (that’s ekaphrastic, right?). I love that last stanza and line. When I go to the Botanic Gardens in Denver, which looks a lot like this, I try to be still and wait for the garden’s offerings.
Lovely poem, Margaret — especially after having joined you and Dani for breakfast and learned about your special friendship. The twins moment is wonderful!
Intrigued by this rain mountain – and a window to nowhere. Lovely to read the twin poems. 🙂
Here you go again, writing in the wild!!
Oh this makes me want to get on a plane to New Orleans. Such imagery. Thank you.
I like your early line,
“where rain becomes a mountain
& live oaks become art”
a powerful scene set in words–and your strong closing
“Open to your offering…” almost like a legend.