Well, if this isn't a perfect example of synchronicity! This past weekend, in honor of Mother's Day, I had posted the poem below, once written for my mother, Pearl. Also, I added a poem for my grandmother. Not too many folks visit this blog, so I decided to place the poems in storage with many of my other attempts at poetry.
Season of Birth
The sun bestows a benevolent glow.
Sweet harmonies
fill feathered hearts
while a glistening Pearl drop of dew
anoints
the rose's brow.
the rose's brow.
A breeze dances softly
through the trees,
through the trees,
gathering wisps of life,
and soon the world is awake and moist
with the birth of another day.
Jeanne I. Lakatos
Very effective as most simple poems often are. No idea what you're talking about 'pathetic'. You're one of the more accomplished poets I know.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. I enjoyed the Dante too.
ReplyDeleteReading this actually gives me hope for the future of mankind ....
ReplyDeletewhat's this about pathetic poems?... methinketh not, this is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Peter. You're very kind.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Titus. Fascinating story-telling during the 13th-14th centuries!
Thank you, Helen... and womankind, too, I hope. ;)
Very kind, Vick, thank you. Great idea for the birth of a new venue... Now who stole that antler mirror?
You make every day a birthday . . and none of them are pathetic.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Doc! You just made my day. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Doc! You just made my day!
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