Bulbuls* on the palm treedont sound sleepy
in the morning,
workers' eyes scream for mercy.
A bee drowned in its honey
appears on the surface
of the morning.
Breath! Keep breathing!
says the song
like the loyal squire Sancho,
the realistic.
There is this inevitable scrupling
in the morning
about some inevitable desicions.
So what! You are awake to see
sumbuls** on the meadows
purple and tranquilizing
in the morning
http://radioblogclub.com/open/108866/nature_boy/06_-_Nat_King_Cole_-_Nature_Boy_
* Persian Nightingales
** Hyacinths flowers
5 comments:
you could have write more about nightingales
That is fantastically wonderful, Sherifa. Beautiful and Sancho was a brilliant touch which made me smile even more. Where are those windmills slowly turning? What a glorious morning.
And the music is perfect and beautiful too.
Beautiful. and so your artistic hand is blossoming along new lines. I like :)
Jerald, instead of writing more can I sing about them? :)
Paul, thanks a lot... Cheers! To glorious mornings!
Harmonie, what a lovely comment,thanks! I miss reading your poems...
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