If you still bear in mind that
I once say~
I had a crush on your rosy tulips,
I have to beg your pardon!
It's been a long time
since I forgot the red roses in spring,
not to mention the fact that
another summer's coming to an end.
Now I fancy waiting in a quiet woods,
waiting for the leaves on the trees
to turn yellow again
so that I may float away with them.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Dear Angliholic,
I hope you have made a copy of all your beautiful, delicate poems. Better not to post anything on LitNet until the storm is over.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Beautiful poem
I believe Danik 2016 is referring to the current spam storm; wise council (backup/backup/backup).
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
@Sorry, angli,
Saw your question only just now. Thanks for explaining, Tailor!
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Had it not been for fresh cool mornings,
butterflies lingering among marigolds,
and afternoon rain showers,
I don't know
how I could've survived the sizzling summer.
While the trees are turning yellow,
I choose to be oblivious of the deadly winter's
just around the corner.
Instead,
I'd rather turn my head
to gaze at their brilliant gold color
and to appreciate the remaining beauty of life
if I hope to stay blessed.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Hi, Angliholic,
It is a special pleasure to read your poem after the long spamstorm we had the last days.
A charming sing of recovery from you, probably our oldest poet!
"I choose to be oblivious of the deadly winter's
just around the corner.
Instead,
I'd rather turn my head
to gaze at their brilliant gold color
and to appreciate the remaining beauty of life
if I hope to stay blessed."
Wise words!
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
You're poetry has always been too Emo for me, Angli, but I understand and concede and everything else that it's not "for me" and doesn't have to be. Your images and especially the sounds that accompany them are--not lushly beautiful but gently beautiful, like wind chimes. If I find the struggle to stay blessed more of a slog, well that's my struggle. Bless you just the same.
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I woke up this morning
and noticed that
winter was sneaking up on me.
Why didn't anyone remind me that
the season of colorful leaves falling
had vanished into thin air.
Now I feel like a fading morning glory~
too exhausted and reluctant to step outside
and check out what flowers are in season.
I think, in the long run,
I have to face the music~
Far far away have my daydreaming days gone
when I could lie willfully
under an old banyan tree
watching white clouds floating up in the sky
or savoring a winding stream nearby
gurgling.
Try to live in harmony with people and nature
Enjoyed very much.
My favorite lines:
Far far away have my daydreaming days gone
when I could lie willfully
under an old banyan tree
watching white clouds floating up in the sky
or savoring a winding stream nearby
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Glad that you are back with your delicate, nostalgic verses:
"Why didn't anyone remind me that
the season of colorful leaves falling
had vanished into thin air."
It will be back, I trust. And you will be writing about it.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row