And the poet asked “Who will buy the garden’s sweet shivers? Who will buy the blissful mirth on dawn’s smiling lips?”
I listened to how my mother sang these lines, and for a moment I saw the young girl she was. She was too young to be a mother. Forever. But she was already one. Too late. How do one pay for someone’s lost days?
Posts Tagged ‘words’
What does my rain smell like?
Posted: September 14, 2020 in Poetry, UncategorizedTags: 2020, art, images, like, liking, Love, nature, photography, poem, poesy, Poetry, potent, Rain, smell, words, writing
Newborn leaves,
Baby winds,
Luscious mud beds,
Vinyl whispers,
Two dancing feet,
Cooing bird heads,
Nuzzling cold noses,
Trippy skies,
And
Greens.
©nandinipradeep
Thalia / Abundance
Posted: January 28, 2014 in UncategorizedTags: Abundance, bird, birds, blood, bloom, blooms, eco, future, greek, Θαλία, Love, music, night, nights, past, poem, Poetry, presence, Thalia, tree, trees, words
Every twig, every leaf
Shall rise from the Dead;
Even Destiny shall only behold.
Death shall have no word over Life-
Heaven shall only be a tree,
A twig, a leaf.
Words shall resurrect Words
Of yore ‘n nigh.
Night shall reunite with the Night
And Life shall have the final Word.