As the Sun makes his vanishing act,
The Moon takes over his job
Accompanied by Edison's evolved wonders.
Chirping birds are busy in sweet dreams
Filling their spots are chirps and squeaks
Of six legged arthropods and bats
He loses himself gazing at her
In her , he finds himself,
Her lucidity mystifies him
With green photosynthetic beauties
Playing the symphony of silence
With a timely disturbance of honks and horns
The calmness which she has, eludes him
Being such a center of attraction
Yet so simple , yet so humble
Deep within this concrete jungle
In the desert of modern times
She is the oasis of nature!
I have enjoyed reading your poem. so well done.
ReplyDeletei love me some nature...it is where i go to be refreshed and get my time away...you descri be her well...happy oln....
ReplyDeleteNature is a great refresher.
ReplyDeleteThat's pretty great right there.
ReplyDeleteAccompanied by Edison's evolved wonders./Chirping birds are busy in sweet dreams-Filling their spots are chirps and squeaks/With green photosynthetic beauties/Playing the symphony of silence - Just some of my favourite lines.
Excellent poetry.
The Provencal poets made their reputation on lines like this:
ReplyDeleteHe loses himself gazing at her
In her , he finds himself,
Her lucidity mystifies him
Suns 'vanishing act' - very nice! Why are your words worthless?
ReplyDeleteNeat how one can, for quite a while, imagine the poem to be about a woman, an unusual woman with green photosynthetic capacities...in a poem, anything, anyone can happen.
ReplyDeleteThis is soooo beautiful :) Love the hints to femininity :) lovely write....
ReplyDeleteamazing nature imagery, well done.
ReplyDeleteHappy Poetry Picnic.
:)
Nicely done, I loved reading this poem. Amazing imagery. Thank you so much for sharing this with us.
ReplyDeleteNamaste
interesting title,
ReplyDeletea fun read.