Vitality, spirit, life
its zest sprouts out in colours
diamond facets
from each living thing
when spring puts out its mattress
takes the air
a sprightly step
that sounds the dance we know so well
in rhythms water echoes from its past
remembering the becks and rivers
little streams that prance from rock to sand
along through forest town and land
to glide when gathered
decked in petals
silky boats
their bright gay hues afloat
until the ebb and flow of oceans
swallow their deft perfumes
mix a cocktail with the brine
that maybe fish will call divine
but no, not we
we watch them sink
as slowly through the sunlit tides
they lose their colours
skeletonise
and then
and only then
become a memory
Comments
Nothing would be bettet
nothing dear would be better than writing
what you feel and love because this shall
reflect in the words
Beautiful write dear Nordic Especially the
first colorful stanza..
Keep it up!
dear annanya
'when spring puts out its mattress' - beautiful metaphor
a very lovely and descriptive write
... and then the finish - bringing us back down to earth so to speak
love those last lines
'and then
and only then
become a memory'
hugs
judyanne
xxxx
Thank you Rula and judyanne
Thank you Rula and judyanne you can see where my spirit flies
and why I don't watch or read about too many bad things in this
short life of ours, although today one senses the atmosphere of
fear and love watching the thousands of Norwegians singing in the
rain, each holding a rose in sympathy with the people who are
mourning after the July massacres. They all peacefully and calml,y
walked up to the court and lay their roses at its door,
the police were redundant.
There is a contrast and we cannot avoid it, but I don't study it.
Those who prefer the dire and desperate poetry can do it themselves?
annanya with love and peace.