Hear it...
Hear how the winds chant
through the dense plume
of empty nests of birds.
Tears of the season
drip down
with tiny crystal sounds
touching the veins
of leaves' multicolored fiber.
With slow dance moves
they glide to earth
to find a place,
to take rest in the cradle
of maternal, knotted roots.
Inhale it...
something special is
in the tune of our slow paces,
in the evaporating smell
of forest’s smoldering carpet,
the scents of hidden fungus
secret and ephemeral
and feelings of eternal.
Hold my hand,
walk with me in this beauty
and see how the woods go to sleep.
For you I will choose a colored leaf
and the biggest chestnut
with a smooth glossy shell,
and I will ask nature
to forgive me my choice.
Maybe we could find
a piece of the deer’s horn
broken in last September's battle
for the queen of does,
or a white and black silky feather
from the birds' moving flock.
Hug me, hold me,
I will put my hands under your jacket
to embrace you, to imbibe the warmth
you selflessly always grant me.
Softly I will kiss you
with the zest and passion
of the most beautiful love.
Hear how the winds chant
through the dense plume
of empty nests of birds.
Tears of the season
drip down
with tiny crystal sounds
touching the veins
of leaves' multicolored fiber.
With slow dance moves
they glide to earth
to find a place,
to take rest in the cradle
of maternal, knotted roots.
Inhale it...
something special is
in the tune of our slow paces,
in the evaporating smell
of forest’s smoldering carpet,
the scents of hidden fungus
secret and ephemeral
and feelings of eternal.
Hold my hand,
walk with me in this beauty
and see how the woods go to sleep.
For you I will choose a colored leaf
and the biggest chestnut
with a smooth glossy shell,
and I will ask nature
to forgive me my choice.
Maybe we could find
a piece of the deer’s horn
broken in last September's battle
for the queen of does,
or a white and black silky feather
from the birds' moving flock.
Hug me, hold me,
I will put my hands under your jacket
to embrace you, to imbibe the warmth
you selflessly always grant me.
Softly I will kiss you
with the zest and passion
of the most beautiful love.
In a list
- AP Trophies - G - S - B and HW • next in list
- Love • next in list
- Beautiful Words by Beautiful People I Know • next in list
A contest entry
- Prose Writers - 10 Spots Open by Dalaney.
900 points, ended September 22, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pic Prompt (Fall) by Frogzter.
1300 points, ended October 13, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This poem takes me through a very heartwarming path
All these segments here allow you to pause, preoccupying the whole strength of demonstration. It defines the treasures in what is fading seasonally, [and] metaphorically there's a security-- your beloved. "winds chant through the dense plume" iterates the macrocosmical push it makes even when all green stimulation isn't there, but (this) is.
I love your tender, rich description in, "to take rest in the cradle of maternal, knotted roots," it's my favorite part ... showing the thundering pain isn't constant. With strong ground structure, there's also the growth sequel to lawfully work together, no loneliness so to speak. Your illustration is inculcating, wrapping the poem's subject toward the thought of humans.
Often, we want to be picky on little things instead of 'overall' like, "For you I will choose a colored leaf and the biggest chestnut," when emotional, as a mnemonic that is explicit for this beauty.
"a piece of the deer’s horn broken in last September's battle" glimpses another angle of bonding through mementos,
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Dear Daisy, this is the kind of comment I like to read, not only because you like what and how I write. It is so rich in its depth, so rich in meaning and it is obvious that you do not click just to read you really read it, you analyze it like only the best reviewers and consulting editors do. As I already know your comments, this one is not an exception. When I will look for somebody serious (no matter age) to write a review about my poetry, may I count on you?
Thank you once again for this comment.

~Sonja~
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It looks the immagery is bound to impress the poet's soft heart and that is why poetry is loaded and overloaded with the beauty of the immges..a great work indeed...
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It is always a pleasure to read your work, Sonja, you have the most beautiful images of nature in your love poems..this is gorgeous


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Dear Tara... well, now you left me speechless, lol. Thank you

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oh, what a beautiful entry. It is truly mesmerizing. Thank you so very much for entering my contest. Love, Lane
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Thank you Lane for another drop of green.
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Beautiful language and imagery. This was sensual and elegant throughout. Really really beautiful!


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I am so glad that you enjoyed my poetry, dear Kiran. I always put all my heart and feelings in it.

~Sonja~
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Beautiful Imagery. Pure sense of passion , and beauty

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My dear soul, you are always welcome on my site. Thank you for so nice comment.

~Sonja~
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So exquisitely tender this is...


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Thank you my dear friend.

~Sonja~
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Dobro Jutro Moja Sona
This is a typical Sona poem - filled with all the senses and feelings imaginable - you are truly a lover Sona - and you express it so vividly in your beautiful words - oh "dear' should be "deer" dear - or "buck" you are the best - Bless God - Josip - hugs ----------------- zdravlje - --------- I'm going to Vancouver and see if the Hrvatska trgovina imaadu "Tanija Ima Krilja" - dobar dan

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Do I need to change something in my "style" lol? You always recognize my poetry. Thank you for always being so attentive reader and friend. When you will go to look for a book title just be sure that you have it written the right way. It is Tajna ima krila. If you can't find it you may ask them to order it for you or send me your address and I will send it to you by regular mail.

~Sonja~
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SO BEAUTIFUL!!!
I have often had the dream of walking through a quite wood with the one who owned my heart. Our hearts sharing and beating with the life of all around us.


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Thank you Kevin. For a very long time I know you as a poet of nature and somehow I am sure that nothing could change it. I am sure that soon you will go to this walk.

~Sonja~
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So vividly described
Sonja-
The descriptions unveil a beautiful feel and the love in this poem. This is where you excel. This poem makes me envious or jealous of your partner and your walk through the woods. At the very least, I feel like an intruder.
It is just beautiful.
Jim


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You've always been a great friend and poet. I hope that you have some nice wood not too far from your home, but if not, there are so many nice places where you can see the beauty of nature. No, you are not the intruder. You are a good friend who know to read and to feel my poetry. Thank you Jim.

~Sonja~
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A lovely write. Heartfelt. Romantic. Very good imagery, flow and tone. Lovely depth of feeling. Vivid descriptives. You painted a picture that took me to this special place you write about. Good word choice, alliteration and assonance. Well penned and much enjoyed. Best wishes in the contest.


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Thank you my dearfor so nice words of friendship and support, and of course for good wishes.

~Sonja~
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