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.
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Author:
lysistrata (
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
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Comments3
wonderful prose, good flow and structure, enjoyable read. I like it
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I agree with Willyweed, a wonderful poem!
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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