Poetry for
December 2014
What is
Love?
From marble
top mountains
To a grand
plateau
The golden
light streams
In infinite
reams
Mirrored in
your dreams-
Beckoning
glorious wonders
Upon the
morrow;
Intricate,
reeling,
This golden
light:
Is this
beauty love?
For all to
see
Which sets
us free?
Or more-
Faith, hope,
love,
Charity-
Do these
embody love
-for
eternity?
We go to
other reams-
An aching
heart
A dull ache-
Sorrow,
sadness,
Joy, togetherness-
Does this
mean love?
Love for a
person, or animals,
Friends,
family, relatives
Where does
love end?
With all
good wishes to send-
To a friend.
Love does
not end-
It endures,
As seasons
come and go
As infinite
as the tides
Ebb and flow
Where
ripples appear silver
In the
moon’s tow
As a bird
builds its nest
For its
little chicks to rest,
In trees
graceful
and also knowing
Of the
seasons
coming and going;
giving welcoming shade
and towards
the end of day
lengthening shadow over
sun-kiss’d fields
of clover;
the pathway
of a golden ray
Glorious in
its way;
Love
Delicate as
a flower,
A golden
daffodil,
In a sea of
grass
Untrammelled
as a sea-horse
On a rocky
mountain pass;
Given to
nature
by its
stature-
Love which
is meant to be,
Strong as a
fortress tower
Never
wavering, whichever way,
As a
beautiful lady and her knight
In a garden
bower
Surrounded
by flowers of a sweet bouquet
Music,
poetry and minstrels play;
Soft as a
piano’s silent note
Beautiful as
a lark
Of which
nature’s seasons wrote
In a
Summer’s Arc:
Love which
cannot be
contained in
the dark;
As the
knight
To his lady
said,
That, now,
“Thou shall
be wed!”-
Summonsed by
imagination
A ring of
diamond stones
Glittering bright as any
of queens sitting
on thrones;
Thus the knight
pledges his
troth
as was his
wont-
romance, chivalry
admiration.
Graceful as
a swan
On a river
of dreams,
Or a gazelle-
Gracious as
in Solomon’s Song;
Beauteous as
a lily
In a river
throng-
where daisies
and buttercups
Lift their
faces to the summer sun
This
colourful scene:-
And at the
end of the day,
Sheltered by
night
Cooled by
breezes light
They dip
their little faces,
nod in conspiracy
and sagely
agree
this lily is
the decorative one.
A majestic
tree
In a Russian
land
Leaves
shimmering
in myriads of patterns
of light-
Burnished
gold, sunset colours
Entrancing,
enchanting,
As coins
tossed and turned
and
glimmering
in wayward
delight;
A message of
love to deliver-
The secret
rites of nature.
When the
light of a golden dawn
Touches
gently upon the tops of trees,
Glimmers on
roof-tops,
over fields and across the lawn
newly
sprinkled with drops of dew
Seeing
nature itself renew
Then we see
beauty from above
The wonder
and magic of love.
No comments:
Post a Comment