On Nature

pricked by thorns,

mist crowns the rose
with her tears

and a promise
to take both away

love letters from the moon
lie scripted on grass blades
for an eager sun to stoop and read

pecked fruits
laze in cozy blankets of dust
while their nectar soars in songs
of the nightingale

leaves of the fall
and gypsy seeds meet
somewhere between
the dance of a branch
and the silence of a root

A contest entry

PIF ~*~ Fresh Birth Of Nature by Asfand. 600 points, ended October 12, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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JM Kenyon
October 14, 2007

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Beautifully written. These look like bluebells and I love the idea of comparing them to love letters from the moon You've put the perfect words to a gorgeous picture. s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
Nicolette
October 12, 2007

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This is lovely my friend. There's almost a haikyu/tanka-like feel to these stanzas. The form also reminds me of and reads like separate vignettes that shows a central theme - the one of "birth in nature". Wonderful personification here too... I loved the "dance of a branch and the silence of a root"... the dance above and the depth (and growth) within. Lovely poetry.

~ Nicolette
Asfand
October 12, 2007
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So beautifully written, what images you provoked in my mind! Luscious work here !