In Transit.
Jewelled with
rainbow translucence roll
rain-bead balls
slowly down outer-windows.
Golden-globe
seed pearls, clear watery
glories slide
in uniformed lines, floorward.
Diamonds in
transit they shine and fire
sparkles from
each crystaline orb's inside.
Smallest gems,
if unnoticed, might seem
irrelevant,
joining the fall into sheen.
Caught however
by eyes with keen poetic
insight rain-drop
wonder bequeaths an ode.
Once.
This loaf I bake was once golden wheat
which harvested,
threshed then ground
made flour from ripened ears of blessing.
This cheese I churn was once milky froth
which with countless
turning first creamed then set
to hardened thickness of clotted health.
This wine I drink was once fruity grape
which trodden made
from flesh musty liquid
that time changed to nectar-rich pleasure.
This thanks I give was once humbly said
as harvest custom
so feasters could not forget
that abundance appears when heads bend
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2017 11:13
- Category: Nature
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Comments7
those keen poetic eyes caught and captured it with elegance and artful grace. beautiful and magical write.
Ah - - many thanks dear Jane - your comment came so quickly after the posting..... so pleased you enjoyed the read.
Thanks FAY ~ I love your poem because you highlight one of the many properties and beauties of water ~ its ability and propensity to form drops. The majority of liquids do not do this ~ petrol for instance. The reason water does is because of its molecular structure and surface tension ~ which also explains why we can blow bubbles ~ why sap rises in plants and why solid water (ice) floats in liquid water ! Water drops on a cobweb are so like jewels. Also because water drops act like prisms each one contains its own rainbow. A scientific understanding of the nature of water drops ~ for me ~ does not lessen the wonder but only increases it. Thanks for causing us all to think !
This is remarkably well written. The descriptive prowess of the words convey the beauty of the water drops. Beautiful!
Fay, your poetic metaphors and your unique style of composition, took me back to my student days a span of some 53 years, making me recall the poems of GM Hopkins, a devout Catholic & a Victorian poet; and his poems 'The Windhover', & 'Pied Beauty'. Your poem has reached that Classical stage I must admit! Thanks, - Raj, New Delhi.
You are so kind Raj - - I am so pleased you enjoyed this read.
a lovely write fay
magical & true...
Thank you so muchly for your visit and comment. ..... welcome and more....
my pleasure..
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