I’m crook sitting, eyes shut and relaxed beneath an old banyan tree,
Amidst the fluffy clouds and cool winds, my soul feels free
Its peaceful and tranquil unlike the city’s bustling noise,
Mother Nature here is indeed a woman with great poise.
I lay supine and caress the earth gently with my fingers,
The petite birds in the near distance chirp like magnificent singers.
A sudden burst of jingling and ringing chaos bestirs me,
Damn you alarm for racking and ruining my sublime dream!
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Nephophile(e) (Pseudonym) (
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'Mother Nature here is indeed a woman with great poise.'
Amen!
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks mek
Oh, how to ruin a great dream. The tone of this poem is perfect and the harsh ending surprises. The reader feels the shock and yet knows it well.
Great craftsmanship. - Phil A.
Thanks for reading and appreciating phil
Alarm clock are the best and worst part of our life lol
But nice lines though, specially the one
'mother nature....'
Yeah my alarms are always on snooze and I go back to sleep to complete my dreams😌
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