Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and leaving your wonderful footprints
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Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and leaving your wonderful footprints
If you're a purple-blue lavender
in full bloom,
sending invitations to the butterfly
will be like carrying coals to Newcastle~
They'll come flying around unerringly.
Notwithstanding,
how could my poem keep giving forth fragrance
in a thousand years?
When one day
you're faded and no more scented
like my monotonous poetry,
who'll bother to drop by
and read a page or two.
Enjoyed these last two poems. :)
Enjoyed this last one very much too. I have the feeling that your poetry has matured.
You're most welcome
when bringing with you
abundant summer rain
to cool down
the sweltering hot afternoon a bit;
I don't even mind
you flood the streets of my town
or blow my roof off
as long as you never lay a finger
on the tender green weeping willow
near the little river;
she's been my bride since time immemorial,
forever young and elegant.
If you do,
you wreak havoc not only on
her long silky hair
but also on a world of fantasy.
In the evening,
I was surprised to see
the rice in the fresh green paddy
was already harvested
even before it dawned on me
that the typhoon Maria
was expected to hit,
in a couple of day,
this paradise island, Formosa.
And I found no humble gleaners
but fine feathered songbirds,
busy silently collecting grains
strewn here and there in the field.
Perchance,
they have to labor, like me,
to make a living
from hand to mouth;
Hence,
can't be fully engaged in singing
tunefully and soulfully
every so often.
I loved these last two poems, angli!
Dear amigo,
I haven't heard from you in ages,
and since you live hundreds of miles away.
I'm eager to know~
has the leafy path leading to your hometown
been resplendent with different types of flowers yet?
If you don't complain to me of the falling petals
that are strewing everywhere and covering the ground,
I'll never complain to you of the sunset glow
that I miss in the evening
when I take a walk in the park.
Lovely, Angli.
I always enjoy your descriptions of nature.
Thanks, kiz, for your support again and again. You know a good poem is hard to come by. It needs not only inspiration but also encouragements from lots of supporters
Since there're only a few grains left,
and there're too many fine feathered friends,
competing with one another for the delicacies,
I decide to take a rest~
no longer burying myself in gleaning,
but appreciating the serene field after harvesting.
Anyway,
eating too much makes me dizzy and ugly.
Why don't I just meditate for some time
to clear my mind?
Maybe later,
I'll come up with an inspirational song or something
from the ordinary countryside at the moment.
Yes, good poems are indeed difficult to come by ... which is the reason that I rarely post one here, lol (unless you are talking about Lymericks or Haiku). :)
Keep posting, my friend. Your words are a welcome sight.