Thrice

[The Rider]

Morning Glory

Dawn dips its fingers
Into the misty valley
While the moon looks on,
Embarrassed,
Comparing his performance
To that of his fiery counterpart.

The Contemplation of Perhaps

To go down paths unfounded,
With the feet, or with the mind,
Lead only to map edges,
Where one must jump, or one must fly.

Revolution

Eagles only fly
When lions wait below them.
Rise up! They are here.

[goldenrod]

Like these Japanese style morsels...pleasant to eat...easy to digest!:)


goldenrod.

[The Rider]

i thought i might string these three small poems i had written together. Thanks for the comment goldenrod! I tend to like shorter poems over longer ones, but that's just me. Glad you liked them.

[blazeofglory]

Morning Glory

Dawn dips its fingers
Into the misty valley
While the moon looks on,
Embarrassed,
Comparing his performance
To that of his fiery counterpart.

The Contemplation of Perhaps

To go down paths unfounded,
With the feet, or with the mind,
Lead only to map edges,
Where one must jump, or one must fly.

Revolution

Eagles only fly
When lions wait below them.
Rise up! They are here.
Your song really magnates me. This transports me somewhere, of course to the poems of our great poet in Nepal. He too wrote beautiful verses wherein nature is embodied or animated into personalities. Really you thrilled me. In fact poems about nature are incomparably and matchlessly superb.

You have worded and phrased impeccably.