The cherry blossoms
Float and weave downstream
And in the slow-darkening current,
As the sun sinks and the stars wink,
My sight adjusts inward; And I dream.
I dream the sun, rising
In pale orange horizons.
On the banks of the river, life stirs;
Warm burrows of noses and unfolding roses,
Bathed in a tremulous, gossamer sun.
Warmth creeps, again,
Through joints and nests,
The blush-sway of leaves lifting eyes.
Perfectly frayed, in nature's own way;
Flickering, blazing, these strangers to rest.
The peacock, the heron,
Tiny movement of breeze
Breathes out over meadows, and rolls
Down valley and fen, cooling new-baked bread,
Village of beauty; filtered only by me.
Oh, shame on me, here;
Sad unseeing child,
Forever rushing in fail to take pause,
Depressingly fretting and ever digressing
From that which is free to enfold and beguile.
So I dream, basked in warm,
While my eyes open wide to the sun.
And sometimes, I wake still remembering
Fading light still burns, retina-bright;
I must cherish this gift, 'til a new dream's begun.
Author notes
A gift for all of us.
Feel positive! :-)
A contest entry
- Poems Of Giving by Poetess12.
900 points, ended March 5, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - GORGEOUS by Wolven Roses.
351 points, ended February 26, 2008, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
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500 points, ended April 2, 2008, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oooo you write so beautiful! Thank you again for another lovely entry! You really have talent! Becks
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Wow. Thats actually really good.
Great images, and beautiful consistant rhythm.
Very close to what I consider,
Thanks
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This poem has an amazing gift of imagery.
Thank you for sharing and thanks for your entry in my contest.
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Till new dreams begin...I will cherish this gift. Lovely last stanza! Wonderful poem indeed. You have a unique slare for words my friend! ~Sie
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Excellent write
To dream the wondeful dreams of beautyand peace only to awake to the reality of life and it's despair. Dream on poet. I to dream
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good poem on classic 'cherry blossoms' theme good movement good off-rhymes great ending stanza thanks so much for sharing regards a follower of your 'cherry blossoms' regards zaj
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HIhi,, i love this and i love sleeping and dreaming. but i rarely remember anything as i wake up
but i love the poem, i love the rhyme within and across the lines. the flow and the imagery were stunning. love this. thanks for sharing. -eleno
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