Betwixt
Spring’s, April showers
and
Summer’s June furnace
There’s a season of quaintness
and blink-n-miss, deftness
blessed by subtle wondrousness
it’s a season I term:
May’s, morning magnificence!
Glimmering notes as-if from a golden Harp
Graceful tones of tranquil cloud-like rays of sunshine
Glide breezily between slick verdure leaves
Warming
eyes and nourishing embattled heart’s
and for those rare seconds or minutes
willingly
we take note and commune with nature
a part of us becomes the embodiment
of empowered, calmness
where
all is now
all is Tao
all is dow…
Before, we breathe
deep
Sigh, lengthily and expunge
mightily
Months, of our accumulated
winter’s, weariness
and just like that, we grasp
at a hovering smile
look again to treasure
Gaia’s gift
switch gears, back
to our hustle and bustle
of truly cherished, existence!
© L. B. Mek
May 2022
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Comments11
I love the way you write about the seasons, and I imagine....
what wonderful words to gift me, dear Poet
for what else does poetry exist, for
than to lure each other's imaginations
in-to fields and images
of endless, possibilities...
thank you! so glad you liked it
Must admit, the rain was hotter than usual when I went for a run this morning. May is the pointer to the rest of the year, and I'm thinking months of glorious sunshine to look forward to. Plus, the sun gets us all smiling, and living in Britain, you need a smile.
Amen!
a much needed break
from that depressing, sandwich grey
stuck between pavement
and petulantly overcast, sky...
lol
glad you enjoyed the read, my friend
thank you!
This is glorius L.B. Mek. I will admit, you're a spledor. I adore your poetry, your words, so perfumed with passion and love.
I'm just blessed such forgiving eyes
are drawn to my humble scribbles
everything else, is just poetic 'magic'
doing its thing.. lol
thank you!
for such encouraging words, dear Poet
I'll do my best to earn them, eventually
i love the playfulness of the meter here, very cool write
oh, that's just awesome!
I was trying to imbue
a sense of whimsical lightness
to the feel of the read
without overburdening readers
with technical cues and clues..
so glad you read my feeble effort at such a technical level
thank you! how very kind, dear Poet
Fine words Mek about a fine time of the year.
Andy
yup, a fine time indeed
thank you, Andy
set me up for summer why dont'cha ..
thunderbirds are GO!
fun, without that safety harness
of pre-emptive deliberation
have at it, my cherished friend
We long for Spring, after a harsh Winter, and the coolness of Autumn, having survived the heat of Summer, knowing that we need them all to feel alive, as your cherished words so poetically stated.
what a lovely wording of my sentiments for this scribble
only fully realised, simply beautiful..
thank you! dear Poet:
'We long for Spring, after
a harsh Winter,
and the coolness of Autumn, having
survived the heat of Summer'..
I had so much fun reading this. May is in my opinion the very best month (it's my birthday month) and it is that bridge between.
I liked how you used different schemed and patterns throughout; it created a unique rhythm that served the month of May well 🙂
Happy Birthday! dear poet
yeah, just wanted to show May
some love
it sometimes can get overlooked, unfairly..
hope you have a great year ahead, cheers
🍻
Thank you 🙂
That can only be described as melifluous. And the music of Helene Smith, that brought it to a whole new level. Reminded me somehow of that old Sidney Pottier film To Sir With Love, somehow. Random, but there. thanks L.B. for sharing. /Rik.
Love that film, and yes
even if it is in, black n white
as he's walking through the market
or leisurely, contemplatively
going down those school entrance, steps
I imagine May's, soothing sky
shepherding
his and those children's
paths..
(thank you! dear Poet
for gifting me that imagery
and a cherished new perspective
on my humble, scribble)
Oh, you just reminded me. In watching that film I always saw (or must've imagined) the buses and fruit in colour. How odd but true. Perhaps they would make a colourised version of the original. Curious to find out if it would change the impact of it.
Great writing kind poet. I like May, it’s my birth month. May 18th me and Mount St. Helens 🎂😉
oh thank you for sharing
and letting me celebrate with you
Happy Birthday, dear Poet
🍻
'Cheers!' to your good health
Hope you have a peaceful year ahead
my friend
Such calming and glorious words
"Glimmering notes as-if from a golden Harp
Graceful tones of tranquil cloud-like rays of sunshine
Glide breezily between slick verdure leaves"
The tone of this poem sets one in the month of May with joyous weather whether one is in the Northern or Southern hemispheres.
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