Movements.....

lysistrata

When the faint rain murmurs

Mother scribbles on a deposit - slip.

When the calm wind blows

Mother finds life without a strife incomplete.

 

When the vessels reach the port

Mother shuts the windows 

And hides behind the walls.

When the birds fly to the exile

Mother sings about forgetfulness

And dances in the tender twilight.

 

Oh Life,sun born and star watched

You learn the rhythm that binds us,ALL.

  • Author: lysistrata (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 29th, 2016 11:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: Mobilis in Mobili. Dedicated to Jules Verne & Erik Satie.
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 49
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  • willyweed

    wonderful prose, good flow and structure, enjoyable read. I like it
    ww.

  • Daniel

    I agree with Willyweed, a wonderful poem!

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    LOVE THIS POEM LYSI ~ Thanks for sharing. There are many natural rhythms in which we should be in harmony. Today in the UK (it's Wimbledon week !) we have felt the rhythm of the wind and rain and the best grass court Tennis Players resonate to the rhythm of the turf ! The Flora & Fauna recognise and respect the natural rhythms but Humans have disrespected GAIA and continue to cover the Earth with concrete ~ think we can colonise the Moon and replace the Sun with fossil fuels ~ wind turbines and nuclear and in time destroy Planet Earth. I love to reaonate with nature and poets ! Yours as ever BRIAN



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