Nomadic
instincts pulling strings,
like
an enchanting melody from flute
calling
from deep woods
and
like a raging stream soul and spirit
long
and they long to rush in;
deep
woods calling,
an
earthy embrace, the smell of soil,
melting
rain sieves in ocean dreams.
Purplish
nights, studded stars sprinkle
snow,
snow, snow melt in
and
paint blue all fiery reds.
Flute
raining on nomadic reveries,
snow
in, snow in purplish night’s stars.
very well written, How colours can convey powerful emotions. Snowing starts, beautiful expression.
ReplyDeleteThanks Meenakshi....
Deletelike the weave in and out o fthe nomads but also music and the textures of the earth as well..the smell of soil....ah...fresh
ReplyDeleteGreat to know that you felt that freshness.... thanks a lot...
DeleteI like the colors and winter images of snow melting ~ A lovely share ~
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace.... :)
DeleteYour poems are always a visual delight ... loved it :-)
ReplyDeleteBy the way,why the title "1"?
Thanks Amrit... felt like putting numbers to the poem......nothing else...
DeleteBeautifully visual. Reading a poem by you after a long time, Sreeja. Do keep writing :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sonia...this support matters much to me....
DeleteWow! Are you painting this too? To the music? Lovely, haunting.
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan... I am planning to paint a lot...hope God be with me...dreaming of an exhibition....
DeleteBeautiful. Your poem is very evocative, appeals to all sense. Well penned.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary....your comments are precious...
DeleteThanks...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.... :-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful images in this. Sorry to be so late in commenting as I just came back to check it I missed anyone!
ReplyDeletethanks a lot Peggy.... :-)
DeleteSreeja...such beautiful imagery
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Susie....
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