Mozart plays and I can't resist
When symphonies abound out in the mist
Creeks are moving as bubbles merge
Melodious songs for springtime from birds
As softly the breeze circles this maze
The hums from afar waken the day
The Dragonfly gauzed in her green dress
Rotors redeem from her flying fortress
Wet ground of moss, earthworms that move
Dancing come Mayflies, cutting the groove
Badger out strolling moaning his groan
Rabbits that scurry from their hidden home
Then up stream a sound of pure joy
His tracks noted sooner, yep its my boy
He stands so erect, proudly displayed
His rack all scarred from defensive play
He lasted through winter, we two have returned
My stag from the forest with eyes that still burn
I slowly respond with kindness so gently
He knows this is me tall, blonde and tender
This friend whom I've missed, my tears start to gather
Connections from last year with this nod that matters
The soul of this animal who touched my heart
This mystery gathers again to impart
The quiet of nature, respect for her glory
This woman, her deer, with no end to this story.
There is something comforting when you recgonize one of nature's creatures and realize they have returned as a good friend who also survived a long winter's rest. Beautiful scene. Lady J
I love how this kept bringing me back to your title..."No End to This Story" and all throughout I knew why...who would ever want these images to go away?
Funny confession, when I got to the word "rack", you shoulda seen my boy! LOL!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
It is always an indeed pleasure to read such fine well written artistic work. I love coming out to my favorite den where you all inspire me so much every day. What I read share and know is such a wonderful view. Stay focused and always write on.
What comes to my mind upon reading this only reinforces the comments prior to mine. My imagination is alive with your imagery. Each animal of the forest in alive in my mind.Love,
Taylor
the continuing saga of nature's wonder and beauty is exemplified in this picturesque and emotionally splendorous poem ...
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on February 21, 2007
Raised on clasical music, Mozart, Bee... and all the rest, this brings back many memories for me while dancing ballet with fine music. Nature, along with the best music is what keeps us fresh and alive at times. Beautiful Poem!love holly
You bring what you see to our eyes: you paint your vision on our eyes in lovingly illustrated verse, and the reader is grateful. I know I am--beautiful!
Opening with Mozart, this could be an invitation to a nature ball. However,as the lens of the poet's muse gradually pans across the busy natural scene, it eventually zooms in at this pivitol juncture:
'Then up stream a sound of pure joy'
From this line onwards is revealed the poem's enigma. It is a metaphor that takes us right into the heart, and to the object of the poet's stirring reflection.
And I'd venture to suggest that the symphonic sound ascending from deep within the misty auditorium is Mozart's Piano Concerto No 21 in C Major K467 - very apt soundtrack to this story without end.
Your intense report of Spring springing on us, again,
is masterful, Dear Lady. This is excellent composing,
and I'm prone to sum it up this way; you've brought
us a revised accoounting of, The Stag AND Eve.
(Yeah, I know...) - Bill
Stunning write my friend, great imagery, simply beautiful...I love nature and love to take long walks around my farm and enjoy the sights, smells and all that the good Lord has blessed us with! Again, enjoyed this so much!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
One of your best nature writes and one that could also be read metaphourically. I can see the stag being a long lost love who in the autumn of his years finds his way back home to your loving arms...or it could be a deer. LOL
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Loved the imagery
Love & Peace
William
Funny confession, when I got to the word "rack", you shoulda seen my boy! LOL!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Taylor
Ron
Splendid verse!!!
they are stealing this joy from us all over the world
you captured her beauty here though
wonderful share
loved the picture
Love tinka
You bring what you see to our eyes: you paint your vision on our eyes in lovingly illustrated verse, and the reader is grateful. I know I am--beautiful!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
'Then up stream a sound of pure joy'
From this line onwards is revealed the poem's enigma. It is a metaphor that takes us right into the heart, and to the object of the poet's stirring reflection.
And I'd venture to suggest that the symphonic sound ascending from deep within the misty auditorium is Mozart's Piano Concerto No 21 in C Major K467 - very apt soundtrack to this story without end.
A particularly evocative sojourn, Susan.
Regards
Dai
is masterful, Dear Lady. This is excellent composing,
and I'm prone to sum it up this way; you've brought
us a revised accoounting of, The Stag AND Eve.
(Yeah, I know...) - Bill
love you,
simon
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Michael
Fee