on warm sun drenched days
lazy hours pass one by one
fragrant blooms keep time
where no time exists
eyes blink as in slow motion
the sleepy earth stretches and yawns
laying in a hammock, swaying with the breeze
idle thoughts, your mind drifts
trees gather around you whispering
sleep child sleep as leaf shadows dance
breathing in memories of summers past
a sigh rises from deep within your soul
eye lids grow heavy, dreams reach out
weaving clouds, trapping, caught in the past
where love lives yet again, love unearthed
drowsy, content with afternoon sun
drifting,drifting slowly crisp air meets body
once more cold returns to grip the heart
silence surrounds silence,darkening visions it pulls,
it eats away your woven conjures, deluding reality
only to awake deep in winters tides of snow
snow that covers the garden and clings to skin
pallid dry skin, cracking iced lips, parted in protest
all under pale gray skies turning dark
15 comments:
Wonderful wonderful... you paint a dreamscape with your words here. I like how you explored the ins and outs of such a day, how it's never just one thing or the other. Thanks for this!
Thank you very much for your kind comments. I am happy that you liked it.
Melanie
What a peaceful and relaxing mood you created here! They rhythm is like being in a rocking chair.
Thank you Linda for you kind comments. I am happy that you liked it.
Melanie
From the warm to the cold, from the light to the dark the words are still whispering in my ears...
Relief of dreams and realisation of reality - nicely penned.
‘a sigh rose from deep within my soul’ reading your poem.It seemed to evoke in me a very similar acquaintance with the ‘yawning earth’ and an experience of 'breathing in memories of summers past’.I loved your poem.Thank you.
Thank you Andy for your kinf comments on this poem
Melanie
Thanks Stan for stopping by and reading my poem. I am happy you liked it.
Melanie
AAB, my what an unusual pen name. I an glad you stop and read my poem. I am glad you liked it.
Melanie
I feel as though I have wandered through many seasons, such is the power of your words.
Melanie, this is wonderful. Just as I remember. Except the cold never awakened me back to real life. A misquito or fly, perhaps.
I remember the last time, it was in Mexico. The breeze and the waves against the rocks and sand sang their songs while I dreamed of wherever my mind would go.
Thank you. I liked especially the way you portrayed the hard rude awakening,
"once more cold returns to grip the heart
silence surrounds silence,darkening visions it pulls,
it eats away your woven conjures, deluding reality"
Yes, your getting tired of cold and snow was a really good inspiratioin for you. Sorry 'bout it though. (I played golf here again yesterday. We can play year round.)
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What a day, and what transformations. Wow.
From warm to cold, this plays against time, life and fine slices of reality. Love it!
hypnotic, both the sway of the hammock and the stony silence.
beautifully crafted
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