The flower, scattered
The leaves, old
The riverbed, iced
You not yet appeared
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Made a re. So happy to read it again, the Nth time. Good Morning, dear poet.
The flower, scattered The leaves, old The riverbed, iced You not yet appeared... Joy with happiness...waiting
The wind, heavy The fog, hazy The coral, reddened I'm coming in sincerity ......beautiful
Like a sheeny canary I sing an easy ballad Sing your name repeatedly Along the road you passed..beautiful poem dear poet.
This poem is now three years old, and it still resonates strongly for me. When I read it in the past year or so I didn't leave a comment because that theme of faithful but futile waiting for someone was so much my present experience.Now I'm liberated from that waiting which is another name for hope, and can appreciate this poem for the consolation its lovely language shares with everyone.
It is a marvellous poem on Love having captivating and edifying diction. I feel deep love on... Like a sheeny canary I sing an easy ballad Sing your name repeatedly Along the road you passed. Thanks for sharing.
I Like the piece beautifully written Like a sheeny canary I sing an easy ballad Sing your name repeatedly Along the road you passed Thanks for sharing
Thanks all for your nice comments on this little poem! I much appreciate your beautiful sharing.
It’s a very nice poem; you started with a flower and had it scatter to make a point… each line leads to a feeling a state … how the beauty decays with time and its luster and beauty lost….the “iced river bed” makes a hefty powerful statement and speaks of passing time … how the warmth has lapsed and the wait has made the eyes stony…. The feelings cold …the fog and the wind add a dimension of silent hostility and one can actually picture the crumpled beauty of the flower waiting for the beloved …. The last stanza is a classic period Chinese poetic style, I remember from Li Bai’s style…(the way to Shu is hard indeed…!) … :) …. but..hark.... it echoes with the sheeny canary’s call…..! ! ! … It’s engrossing how you took the reader along the frozen vacant landscape devoid of life that led to the empty road where only the name of the beloved echoes in emptiness… Great job pal liked
The ephemeral beauty of all things passed experienced in the expectation of now in a happy expectant heart.
You are my new found love, your poems are near to reality but not far away from fantasy...I loved it..
waiting to be noticed is the flower yet bloomed. against a back drop of despair hope sings free. nicely writen
When I read this poem, I thought of the book, Waiting, by Ha Jin. How long does one wait? The speaker in this poem, however, still appears in peaceful calm as she waits for her love. Your descriptive imagery conveys volumes with as few words as possible. There is such heft to every line. Also because the lines pass so much time, I found I had to read them slowly and let them sink in before I could move to the next. Interesting writing style. Thanks for sharing your beautiful writing.
nice! easy reading yet full of warm emotion of love and hope.... don't wait for too long though
Like a sheeny canary I sing an easy ballad Sing your name repeatedly Along the road you passed singing your name repeatedly..... you are on my tongue..... simply beautiful poem. dev
In love! ! With the peace of your mind. Thanks for sharing.
Made one more revisit today. Enjoyed