As I push my side fringe
behind my ear, slowly,
you extend to me
your palm holding
a slice of orange
There is no other voice
one can hear
than of a bamboo windbell
and some lazy ocean waves
Did we forget all
we wanted to say or
are the words happier
coming out from
the eyes than the lips
There is no other guest
whirling around
than the naughty light beams
and a lost evening bird
As I sip my dark tea
you just poured, slowly,
the universe happily
records this moment
under its chapter of Peace.
7 comments:
Oh so beautiful, you have conjured this moment so well, the sounds and the atmosphere of quiet grace and they are so comfortable and relaxed together, one can feel it from your beautiful poem, Sherry.
Sherry this is simply beautiful. oh oh oh how I loved the lines "are the words happier coming out from the eyes than the lips." You drew me into the moment.
I am flattered! Two wonderful poets like my writing, maybe I should really continue writing:)Thank you!
Sherry, you MUST continue writing. I've read your prose too don't forget, your writing impressed me to no ends :)
"...the universe happily
records this moment
under its chapter of Peace"
what a perfect way to wrap up such a comfortable piece...
Thank you Lone! Glad you enjoyed it...
Yes, I agree. You must keep writing. Your writing is beautiful, intelligent and graceful and profound, just like you.
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