Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Life teaches to be like -

Those stunning sunrises, the perfect wake up calls.
The chirping birds, a song on their lips.
The lingering echoes of a cuckoo’s call,
That behold and then, melt the hearts.
The fragrant flowers,
Their incense wide and far.
And the little shards, those thorns that guard,
These priceless works of art.
The bees that buzz, busy in their fuss,
Not a moment to spare, to stand and stare.
The endless patience in the hearth,
To stay, to survive – to be like The Mother Earth.
The great blue expanse overhead,
Vast and immense, its arms widespread.
The golden flames that light the path,
The lamps that are lit to fight the dark.
The winding rivers, ever moving forth,
Finding way, cutting through rocks.
The twirling autumn heralding the springs,
From the rusted leaves to the green beginnings.
The little moon not to be cast aside,
Growing and dying - the bitter truth of life.
For the victory visits the hearts that brave,
All odds despite the dangers grave.


28 comments:

  1. what wonderful imagery- beautifully done

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  2. I love the flow and how you balanced the beauty with the beast in the last line. Gorgeous writing.

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  3. Truly lovely poem. I love the imagery!

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  4. Ruby, your words are beautiful.

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  5. Great work, Ruby. Mother Earth works hard to survive. I love the thorns that guard the priceless works of art. Lovely.

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    1. Thank you Stephanie. I am glad my thoughts find resonance with you.

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  6. I agree with the other comments about the imagery - nicely written :)

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    1. Thank you so much Janna. I really appreciate your kind words.

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  7. This is just wonderful Ruby! I enjoyed it very much! :D

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    1. Thank you Linda. It is good to hear that you enjoyed yourself.

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  8. There's a lot of beauty in this.

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  9. And the little shards, those thorns that guard,
    These priceless works of art.

    Beautiful lines, Ruby.

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  10. This paints such a lovely picture!

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  11. Lovely poem of nature; I enjoyed your words!

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  12. Beautiful! But you already know that don't you? :-)

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.