Numinous, Luminous Light

For June Wright. Her spirit still lives.

She had indigo eyes

and a sunflower smile,

and she loved to dance in the rain.

In the breath of sunrise,

she would sit for a while,

watch the waves, then rise once again.

 

She was fresh as the air

over a crystal lake

in the crisp, early flight of morn.

With her long flowing hair

and the wind in her wake,

of heavenly realms, she was born.

 

She tended her garden

of lilies and roses

with a spell deep-rooted in green.

She asked for no pardon

from neighborly noses

who watched her with wonder unseen.

 

She rippled with laughter;

and everyone loved her -

her numinous, luminous light.

Forever and after,

I always remember

she glistened with beauty so bright.

 

She passed without reason

into timeless twilight

on the trail of a Hawthorn moon

inside of the season

incandescent and bright.

Her namesake was unbridled June.

Author's Note

In memory of June Wright - one of the very few special people that has ever entered my life. She was actually quite old when she passed. When I think back on her, however, this is how her spirit always appeared to me. Always be kind to children. You will never know how much this means, especially to those who come from broken homes, who are abused and neglected.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

What a beeeautifully rendered 5-Crown of 6/6/8/6/6/8 Sheshire Sestets, Linda Marie, 'neath such an effulgent title that it virtually sings June's praises.

In perfect rhyme, dancing flow, and delicately-balanced meter, you've brought her glorious spirit vividly back to life in our minds, hearts 'n souls.

I so deeply relate to your love and gratitude for this amazing woman and her compassionate heart, as I, too, had my own June Wright … an aunt who took me under her gently caring wing when I was but a seven year-old stripling. She recited poetry to me and let me read her poetry books; eventually, teaching me the English Sonnet and Blank Verse forms, when I was nine.
Your June Wright reminds me so much of her … weren't we lucky kids to have had them!🌼

"She rippled with laughter;
and everyone loved her -
her numinous, luminous light.
Forever and after,
I always remember
she glistened with beauty so bright."

No one paints masterpieces with words as wondrously as You do.
It's no wonder I've always loved and admired you so …
thank you, Linda Marie ⁓ Richard🖌

[Jaffer]

She is some kind of goddess on the world scape. Unbelievable description. Nicely done.

[Sami Khalil]

A great tribute immersed in love and memory. I can see the impact, a positive one, she had on you. Imagery is beautiful .

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you so much, Sami. It's so nice to see you again.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome Linda.

[willweb]

Love this beautiful tribute poem that compare one of the most beautiful months with one who shines the same. Your work always amazes me,

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you so much. She was a wonderful lady who made a place for me in her home and her heart when I was just a little girl. I have never forgotten her.

[Isola]

Dear Linda, you have painted a lovely picture of June, whose delicate energy, entices the reader. Your poem is a nice ode to her.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Isola. She was inspiring.

[Chris Shaw]

A beautiful tribute Linda to one that shone both inside and out. How luminous was her light while she lived and how sadly she must be missed. Always be kind to children. Yes, some of them have a really hard time. Expertly penned dear poet. What a flourish your pen has.

Chris

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Chris. She was a very caring and loving person, quite opposite from the house I grew up in.

[Andra Dare]

I love the way I can read your verse as easily as gliding down an escalator, though the trip is far more exciting. Such a lovely tribute to an extraordinary embodied light. Fortunately, I've met people like this. They make a difference I'm not sure they ever fully understand.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Andra. Such individuals are a rarity, and what makes them doubly so is their humility. They love for the sake of loving, and there's no greater love than that.

[John the Baptist]

Special people don't have to be famous. They walk among us all the time, just being what they are. The subject of this poem appears to have been one of these, an individual who felt the joy of life and demonstrated it to those who knew her. She reflected a "numinous, luminous light." Excellent rhyming and storytelling brought her to life for us for a moment here.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, John. If my poem presents a tiny fragment of her glimmer, I am pleased.