When one meditates on Nature things begin to happen. Can be like a symphony started, harmony and counter point. Songs of birds, wind ruffling leaves, shifting shadows seek to connect and speak. My poem from a rear window on a holiday in the hills – I’m glad I captured the moment with the click of a poem.
A TEMPORARY PEACE
A lurching mountain defines
And stays in place.
A low nimbus cloud moves on
A trifle quicker than the horizon rising up
To catch the sun still well above.
The phosphorescent sun-bird’s twitter
Keeps time
To flashing blades of wind ruffled leaves.
In mid-window hovers
A bird sized dragonfly, its wings
Drone heavily with the effort, poised for mating.
An outstreched shadow leaps up
To the peak of a sun splashed tree
And meets an eagle’s distant surveillance.
In the pond a toad arises
Over the flat lily leaf
Rock still, vegetable like.
I lift my hand
In the lulling intermittant breeze
Leisurely
Feel a clean shaven cool cheek.
The appointed peace,
The toad’s even stare
Explode
In my match box’s sudden flare.
Deliberate act
Involuntary sunset
As I light my cigarette.
Very nice
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That final line is golden.
The chuckle that brought all the smiling imagery together for me.
😉 JIm
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never gave it up – will eventually be my undoing – chucle while we may
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pfff. Laughter is eternal. I hope.
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Beautiful poem! I am pondering writing one about listening and this is very close to that. Quiet and listening rather than loud and telling.
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thanks looking forward to see yours
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