The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

Be sure to plant
an ocean of sunflowers
on the inside of your pure heart
since there is nothing on earth
but illusions
When in deep despair
remember
to close both of your eyes
and to take a look
at those cheerful smiles
with the mind's eye

[YesNo]

I tend to agree that there is nothing on earth but illusions, but I do think the illusions are within the mind.

[angliholic]

I see eye to eye with you, honerable YesNo.

[angliholic]

Like the soft silky tresses
of a lass
October drizzle graces
my dreamland without notice
When reaching out my hands
to give it a caress
I touch nothing but emptiness

[NikolaiI]

Angli, your poetry is really, very beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

[angliholic]

Angli, your poetry is really, very beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

Thanks, NikolaiI, for your praise and encouragement.
I've all but lost my confidence in and enthusiasm for poetry because I've never made a dime and become well known for my poetry.

[angliholic]

You're pretty as a red rose
yet you can't deny
there are other forms of beauty
in this colorful universe
with various charming shapes or figures
Take for example
the purple leaves of a maple
they can be charming as
the love in the mist
And the orchid in the valley
may not be less lovely
than the daffodil in the spring
or the buttercup in June

[angliholic]

Taking a stroll
along a quiet country road
I watch the winter sun
shining softly
touching and caressing fondly
each lovely face
of the graceful little grass
in the field
And the winter breeze
keeps pulling up
those lush green skirts
of the silent trees
looking like pretty brides
on the roadside
The serene paradise
may be fleeting
yet I'll treasure
this euphoric feeling
and the rural beauty
in my memory
long enough to forget
the next cold storm may hit
in any minute

[NikolaiI]

You're pretty as a red rose
yet you can't deny
there are other forms of beauty
in this colorful universe
with various charming shapes or figures
Take for example
the purple leaves of a maple
they can be charming as
the love in the mist
And the orchid in the valley
may not be less lovely
than the daffodil in the spring
or the buttercup in June

This one is simply incedible. I have to go now or I would say more.

[NikolaiI]

Thanks, NikolaiI, for your praise and encouragement.
I've all but lost my confidence in and enthusiasm for poetry because I've never made a dime and become well known for my poetry.

You're welcome. I know how much it can mean to have someone appreciate your poetry. I wouldn't feel too discouraged about not having achieved money and fame... Everything we do, every poem we write, ripples throughout the whole universe, and affects everything.

[angliholic]

This one is simply incedible. I have to go now or I would say more.

If you meant to say incredible, Nikolai, then I'm really flattered.
Thanks for your boosting my self esteem

You're welcome. I know how much it can mean to have someone appreciate your poetry. I wouldn't feel too discouraged about not having achieved money and fame... Everything we do, every poem we write, ripples throughout the whole universe, and affects everything.

Thanks, Nikolai, for your kind words again.
If my poetry can ripple through your heart, then I'm very satisfied

[angliholic]

Once an ocean
of orange delight
now the blossom is all but
out of sight
heralding the poetic season
is coming to an end
and leaving behind
a mountain of loneliness
for the ineffable clovers
Though flower admirers
have all gone
the story of life
must drag on

[NikolaiI]

My pleasure, angliholic

I actually believe everything affects everything else, and it's all connected. Father Zosimov from "The Brothers Karamazov" says it well, "All is like an ocean, all flows and connects," and how if we make a wave in one place, it's felt on the other side of the world.

You should definitely feel very good about your poetry, it's exceptionally good.

[angliholic]

Like the tenderness
of the winter Sun
you came to visit me again
this morning
The weather was so fine
that I couldn't help wondering
if I was still dreaming
for in some parts
of the world
perhaps
blinding snow
were whirling
and deadly cold storms
were howling nonstop

[angliholic]

My pleasure, angliholic

I actually believe everything affects everything else, and it's all connected. Father Zosimov from "The Brothers Karamazov" says it well, "All is like an ocean, all flows and connects," and how if we make a wave in one place, it's felt on the other side of the world.

You should definitely feel very good about your poetry, it's exceptionally good.

Well put, Niko, and your comments are exceptionally great music to my ears.