A Dewdrop in the Morning

[angliholic]

I'm a dewdrop at dawn,
awake to the morning sunshine,
caressing my face, and
interrupting my sweet dream.

When a ladybug is scurrying
for shade under a big tree
I'm an idle cloud
wandering in the blue sky
just to catch a glimpse of
a smiling yellow buttercup
in a green pasture.

When the evening falls around
like purple and orange flower petals,
I'd like to sing a sad old song
for a weather-worn traveller.

When night diamonds start twinkling,
I'm a shooting star
flying across the starry night sky.

[adityasam]

Good one. One small thing, shouldn't that be a "big tree" instead of "big true". I liked the third stanza very much.

[blazeofglory]

This poem is overflowing with life. You are a wonderful poet and can come up with something so beautiful in this age of machinery that drives us to a state of deadness, for you are so skilled at crafting beautiful poignant lines

[angliholic]

Good one. One small thing, shouldn't that be a "big tree" instead of "big true". I liked the third stanza very much.

Thanks, Adit, for the kind word and pointing out the typo for me.

I intended to shorten this scribbling after it was posted for a while. But when I read it once more time, I also liked the beautiful images I dashed off.
What feelings did you have when you read it?


This poem is overflowing with life. You are a wonderful poet and can come up with something so beautiful in this age of machinery that drives us to a state of deadness, for you are so skilled at crafting beautiful poignant lines

Thanks, Blaze, for the constant encouraging words.

I have to give up the material world a lot to retrieve this memory of my childhood. The world is still beautiful if we pay attention to its charm!

Regards,

[adityasam]

I live in a tropical country called India and that too in the south where the heat is, through out the year almost above 35. Hyderabad is the city in which I live and the smoke from traffic is horribile. A clear and pleasant blue sky is a festival, people here are rash and don't sing sad numbers. Stars are a rare sight (can you believe it). So I cannot tell you how I will feel because I have not experienced a bit of it. However I felt there was a natural flow of words and I felt the poetry was powerful.

[angliholic]

I live in a tropical country called India and that too in the south where the heat is, through out the year almost above 35. Hyderabad is the city in which I live and the smoke from traffic is horribile. A clear and pleasant blue sky is a festival, people here are rash and don't sing sad numbers. Stars are a rare sight (can you believe it). So I cannot tell you how I will feel because I have not experienced a bit of it. However I felt there was a natural flow of words and I felt the poetry was powerful.

Thanks, Adit, for the interesting story of your homeland.

I always take it for granted there are distinctive four seasons in every part of the world. NOw it's time for me to change this thought.

Thanks again for liking my scribbling. As time passed, I have reworded it again and again to make it sound and flow better!

[adityasam]

Please for god's sake don't say scribbling (even if you scribble in a scribbling pad). It just sounds awkward and not good for a poet.