I lie here in the after glow of honey on my walls
The shadows leap in golden hues as night shades gently fall
The evening glow of summertime...the silence of the marsh
Peach hues bounce from sprays of natures own air brush
The distant rock of waves that lap against a swaying dock
From tides that come and go with ease...steady as a rock
The sunset speaks a quiet hum to souls that need a rest
As evening whispers through a breeze and flows across my chest
I breath in deep the colors of cherished summer glows
It fills my being so complete... enriches all my pores
Energies of quiet sparks leap from prisms deep
And marshes fade into the night as nature bids us sleep
Nature's beauty can leave us speechless, lost for words, persuading us to only feel without attempting to apply linear logic or dimensional perception. This poem and image however come close to doing that anyway.
Very good imagery and poetic sense. If only you give free flow to your thoughts and forget the rhyme/structure aspect, this could turn out to be burnished gold, Susan. Please re-visit the poem. You can do it. It is in you- an excellent poet.
This poem rocks Susan the color, sights sounds and smells permeate the verses like spice on cooking changes the taste of somthing bland.well done piece of word painting my dear friend.
Susan
You invoke visions and feelings of comfort and ease in this evocative and compelling piece...
There is no greater feeling in the world, than being at peace with yourself...
As my Grandad used to admonish me " You must first love yourself, before you can give love to anyone else "
Peter
Stunningly imaged, beautifully written and experienced; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 29, 2006
Beautifully put. Perfection here with this one, as I could reflect your words to mirror the little bayou town I live in. (Well, it isn't as little as it used to be after Kartina.) I can look out the window where I sit and see the stout southern breeze whipping through the oak and willows and the bayou rippling a little dance atop the water to go with the southern gusts. Loved your poem, got me going!
Ron
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Love Tinka
Felix
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~~martin~~
:)
and I love the title......sometimes, a title and a poem won't match........
but........
this is perfection :)
pax A
You invoke visions and feelings of comfort and ease in this evocative and compelling piece...
There is no greater feeling in the world, than being at peace with yourself...
As my Grandad used to admonish me " You must first love yourself, before you can give love to anyone else "
Peter
Stunningly imaged, beautifully written and experienced; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.