... tailor lingers in the shadows, silent and smiling - only to vanish as a cat's-paw upon a lazy stream; as not to disturb the poet.
ta (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
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... tailor lingers in the shadows, silent and smiling - only to vanish as a cat's-paw upon a lazy stream; as not to disturb the poet.
ta (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks, Tailor, for the feedback.Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
In this lazy summer, I feel giddy and dizzy if I don't read a reply now and then.
If you still feel lazy from the summer heat
I'll turn myself into a falling leaf
to knock at your window
and to let out
the most gorgeous season is here to stay now
so that you may open your heart
like your eyes
to feel the golden hues
gradually taking over the green rice field
as well as the forest on the hill
A faded yellow eucalyptus leaf is falling
in the early morning
when the air is still crispy fresh
It simply keeps falling
without any breeze
not on the flowery meadow a few meters away
but on the hood of my car in a parking lot
when September has not yet come
When I open wide my eyes to look for my old hometown,
it seems as far as the farthest star in a night sky,
and in a blink of an eye, it's gone.
When I close my eyes,
it's right in front of me, in the mind's eye,
as appealing as a rural tapestry,
with boys running with the wind in a field,
girls playing with water by a brook!
One day
when I eventually close my eyes
and never wake up,
I wonder
whether my green grass of home will still exist
as well as this illusory universe.
Hello old friend. Good to read you again and good to see you are still flora obsessed ;)
Good to read your feedback for me again, old friend.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jerrybaldy
All the best to you
Come September
let me hold your hand
a little white hand
Let's take a stroll in the shade of pines
near a lotus pond
Come September
let's have a taste of early autumn
a primitive aroma of lotuses
and grass when the summer heat
has finally subsided
It's a pity I can't see your face
for you're definitely as fickle as this heart
Yet when you're here to grace
I can sense my heart
swaying gently with the tree you caress
Where are the myriad sounds of carefree laughter
we left in the air
while we were shooting the breeze
in the spring
Are they still blowing in the wind
or turning into tears
that can't bear to roll down our cheeks
like faded leaves
when fall's just around the corner
Although I have enjoyed most of what you have posted, the last three were very pretty.
Thanks, Buh, for your kind words.Quote:
Originally Posted by Buh4Bee
Is it the summer passion
or autumn breeze
that transforms my world into a lotus paradise
dripping with pure white
peaceful purple and soothing blue delight
Not long ago I still remember
there was nothing but mud with troubled water
right in the center of the pond
I'm gaping in awe without a word but sigh
sighing at your pure beauty
when you swing suavely in a sea of rice paddy
You're a sister golden hair
my belle forever
though weighed heavily with sweet burden
of mellow and golden
Yet I know for some reason
you're still craving for a rainy season
For I'm a straw man standing right in front
complaining about the long dry season
with a grunt
Since life is nothing but a dream,
I'll spend my whole life dreaming about you,
dreaming you and I
living in a garden of innocence.
There I'll be a farmer,
weed the garden in the daytime,
write poems for you in the free time,
and read them aloud
by the fireplace in the evening.