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You don't have to utter a word,
and I know you're poetic
and romantic
as an autumn breeze.
Whenever you visit,
you paint my world yellow
and purple.
But I hate to admit
you're a bit sentimental,
for the boundless blue sky
you bring,
along with those moody clouds,
is something
I can never obliterate easily
from my memory.
Revised
It's another summer evening
and people are coming and going
everywhere
Walking alone
on the sidewalk beside the library
I don't feel lonely at all
in this bustling city
for at least
I have my most loyal dog
my shadow
heeling
and accompanying me
all the way home
in the magnificent sunset glow
You can take my gold
as much as you want
but please leave
my green mountain
alone
Keep the empire building
for yourself
if you really want it
but please don't
defile the clean stream
in my blood
As the heat wave
is in full play
I may
appear droopy and fade
in the sizzling hot sun
As long as I hold on
a little longer
I'm sure
I'll be able to savor
the most mesmerizing
evening glow
in a few hours or so
The beads of sweat
on my little face
are going to
convert into simmering
dewdrops
come tomorrow morning
Hanging on
till next season
I'll have a reason
to harvest
the rainbow-like
falling leaves
from the heavens
Frogs frogs frogs ...
Do you croak so noisily
the whole night through
simply over some trivial mosquitoes
like those politicians
or
do you feel forever lonely
too
though surrounded by millions
of your folks
If so
then I'm willing to compromise
my serenity
When the sun is blazing
and the air is hot
you transform yourself
into a cool green parasol
for the homeless lady bug
to seek shelter in
And when it's pouring
cats and dogs
you act as a natural umbrella
to those helpless frogs
You endow those who
feed on
and take advantage of you
with nutrition
as well as yummy flavors
rather than poison them
Every day
you struggle hard by yourself
simply to survive
in either the flooded
or the dry land
There's a stupid question
which I dare not ask
but it has been on my mind
What's the purpose
of your struggle
and the meaning of your life
It's raining
yet I'm still lingering
beside a lotus pond
Listening to the rhythmic beating
of the rain
on the water surface
and looking to the sky beyond
I feel like crying
The rain keep falling
and cleansing my body
When eventually
the sun ray
comes out to play
perhaps
I'll be rejuvenated again
like a blue water lily
after the rain
Goodbye tomorrow
and sorrow
for today I'll step on a rainbow
and go back to the place
where I came from
re: A Blue Water Lily after the Rain~~Revised
Soaking in the essence of this poem... enjoyed. Imagery and word play A+.
Perhaps 'keeps' in S2 L1 is better for syntax.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks, Tailor, for pointing out the grammatical error which I was really not aware of when I revised it.Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
Thanks again for your time and kindness
While you're smiling
in the morning sunshine
and hanging
over a tall green tree
beside a mountain trail
I try to figure out
why your light blue bell
reminds me of the enigmatic smile
of Mona Lisa
All my life
I've never been aware of
the force of gravity
yet I do sense
the force of your attraction
right now
To measure how beautiful you are
will be like
finding out how mysterious
cicada singing is
I suppose
I have to hurry up
and sketch your beauty
on a white cloud
before a woodpecker nearby
strikes twelve
before you turn yourself into
Cinderella again
If you feel like calling on me
you need not run all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles for another day
for I'm everywhere
like a whimsical zephyr
except at my own humble place
In case
I'm at home
my soul may be still lingering
in a green mountain
where a crystal clear stream
is flowing serenely by
day and night
Remember
once upon a summer
you walked across my quiet path
like a gentle breeze
wafting across a wintry land
A happy encounter
left behind
those unforgettable beautiful memories
like flower petals scattering
in the spring field
You said then
they were your sorrowful tears
when parting
Now I'm regretting to say
they're more like my wistful sighs
when grieving
Walking in the rain
alone
on this July afternoon
I'm carrying a blue balloon
instead of an umbrella
Don't think of me as a great fan
of becoming dripping wet
on this lonely lane
It's simply because
I enjoy the rain singing
dancing
and washing away
the dust and the pain
from those tiny green leaves
along with my griefs
When each bird flies softly by,
waving goodbye to the moody blues,
sailing serenely
to a greener land,
and leaving me nothing
but piles of lonesome clouds.
How I wish
to be able to cut off the line
that has been controlling my life!
One day
when eventually I am free
from the hand
that holds the line of my destiny,
I wonder
whether I'll be flying freely
like a bird
or falling like a free-flying kite
from the top of the world!
The sun is beaming
brightly this morning
and little birds are still chirping
in the green trees
Everything is all delightful
and right
yet this heart of mine
is still raining
like last night
when the summer rain
refused to leave until very late
It's not the rainbow
that I missed
but
your charming silhouette
over it