Monday, October 20, 2008

The Morning Mist

Bulbuls* on the palm tree

dont 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



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5 comments:

  1. Jerald MajellaOctober 21, 2008 at 3:30 AM

    you could have write more about nightingales

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  2. AnonymousOctober 21, 2008 at 3:55 AM

    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.

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  3. AnonymousOctober 21, 2008 at 3:57 AM

    And the music is perfect and beautiful too.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 21, 2008 at 4:39 AM

    Beautiful. and so your artistic hand is blossoming along new lines. I like :)

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  5. CosmictreeOctober 21, 2008 at 5:20 AM

    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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