Water Lotus Comments

I enjoyed very much reading this beautiful poem.

Your Lotus is perfect!

Such a beautiful and charming short poem, Cigeng. My goodness, what a special gift you have for conveying the wonder and magic of nature. Few can capture the essence as you do in a few simple words. And here, in the quiet of the water garden, there is a true Zen feeling. Your exotic lotus will stay with me long… Best wishes from North Wales, Paul

BUSH FIRE Acres of corn Stand tall And uniform Bend and sway As the wind plays With a flute In a gathering storm As the blood petals bloom In the horizon’s fold Farmers bystanders Casual philanderers Stop, sniff the air Put their plans on hold I sit out on the porch Playing Ma`s piano C’mon the rising wind Bring on the inferno The city clock Roars on its head The power infects The college prefects The nurse disinfects The time plan installed Congeals to lead The routines The replacement shifts The empty squeaking wheels The faulty flaking lifts Muffled appeals In the meeting room Constricted coughs As the pencil thin Paradigms Are held aloft Round applause Disapprobation At the tension Behind the bosses Last quotation There are codes And guidance notes Clear instructions So that every movement Smoothly flows Into the pre-glow Of the next one Like a seamless Product Like a bush fire

Rubbish. A terrible poem

Wow! A stunning piece of inimitable creation, full of zen...Great work, Cigeng! Love the tranquility and softness in the poem...

Very well done.Like it,10

The phrase - - bursts into bloom- reminds me of the nature poems of Ruskin Bond.. His poem on the Sunrise in the mountains (Tiger Hills in Darjeeling, I suppose; Bond may correct me if I am wrong) ..

Hi Cigeng, More...... The words - - bursts into bloom- - - is again something that is inimitably beautiful! ! I bow my head before the Poetry! ! Obliged! ! ! ! !

Hi Cigeng, That you are a natural NATURE-LOVER is evident on most your poems. But this one stands out: The lotus in the pond bursts into bloom for me? ！ Of course, the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. So, the lotus has bloomed just for you... I dare not to disturb the perfection of her grace Sure, we should not vitiate her grace.. The following lines, the beauties, captured me in a trance: So, noiselessly I fall on the rim of her lips quietly, quietly like a soft note Like A Soft Note! ! ! ! ! ! Wow! What a metaphor! ! ! with a gentle kiss to be well-matched for the star of the water garden - I almost see a Wordsworth here! ! And the longing- I am longing for … Enjoyed reading... A 100++ And to mypoemlist...

Perfection in anything is a fantasy we long for. I like the tone.

This poem may evoke the tenderest creature imaginable in the speaker. Who is this speaker? A fairy who nurtures flowers - and kisses their fragile rims? Or is it a dragonfly who so gently lands on the lotus? And what a sense of s-p-a-c-e you give in the last surprising passage: you use the metaphor of a star to describe the lotus flower thereby linking a a flower here on earth with a star at least six trillion miles away (that is, Alpha Centauri, the nearest star to our sun)