For National Poetry Month and the Writing Prompt of Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo
And for those who cannot read my postcard rendering of the poem:
a drizzy day cannot hide
the majesty of the mountain out
or the sunbreak among the trees
or the swelling of river banks
the majest of the mountain out
overshadows the ego of the big city
while the swelling of river banks
dances in worshipful attendance
overshadowing the ego of the big city
the sunbreak among the trees
dances in worshipful attendance
these things, a drizzly day cannot hide
I should like to receive a postcard like this – they are usually so banal, while yours is beautiful!
Thanks Viv! Maybe we should do a postcard exchange for real.
Sometimes a drizzly day is just what was ordered. Nice post.
Lisa
InspiredbyLisa
Beautiful, a great way to start the day
Exceptional! The imagery is profound, and the repetition of the lines to create different images is brilliant. Thank you!
Thanks, Karla
The oaks are still huddling to keep away the cold,
Waiting expectantly for winter to close its doors,
Waiting for the sun to raise its crown of gold,
Bringing warmth to both tree top and forest floor,
The trees wait expectantly for winter to close its doors,
Already the sun is perched high with crown of gold,
And the forest is reaching deep within its stores,
To pull out a cloak of green and beauty to behold,
The sun is warmly smiling and wearing crown of gold,
Within the forest, life emerges from the cloak of green,
Winter’s spell is broken and he has taken away the cold,
Spring is dancing, summer is waiting patiently to be seen.
Beautiful, Dan.
a very, very beautiful poem jane. splendidly beautiful. human creativitiy is still very immature in comparison to nature’s creativity.
You’re right Trisha! We have no clue. Our knowledge is not nearly as deep.
very wonderful postcard !
Hi, I really enjoyed your poem – thank you for sharing it with us. As part of the assignment for NaPoWriMo day 5, I wrote a response to your poem (my response is on my website as well).
It Must Be Beautiful
It must be beautiful to sit
at the base of the mountain
Looking up at possibility
Reaching for the heavens
It must be peaceful to have
the city at your back
A mere memory of business
When you put up your feet
It must be humbling to rest
In the shadow of her peaks
Setting aside self for serenity
While rain paints your windowsill
I put my feet up here at home
Lean back staring at your postcard
And dream by the windowsill
Of my own vacations to come