Time treads downward tick-ticking;
Upward he walks to the woodland,
To hermits’ “Evergreen” bookstore,
To observe, to feel, and to be with.
Dreamy murmuring streams hum;
And mystic tip-toeing spirits hiss him;
Soothe the sweeping, balmy breezes;
And plays in his swelling heart peace.
Nuts dive in honey on his leafy plate;
Pages flip through on his rocky bed,
Owls anoint with lullabies his ears;
And time, through his grip, slips him.
Copyright © Feb. 23, 2021, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay
😊Brilliant as always
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Thank you so much, Sona, for your read and the impressively sweet comment!!
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Most welcome dear
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Excellent imagery, Newton. Reading your verse after a long time. How have you been?
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Thank you so much, Punam, for your visit, read, the excellent comment and for asking my whereabouts!! I will be free, perhaps, after January/Feb. next year. Then I will live a normal life while interacting with this community of poets.
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My pleasure always. It is wonderful to read your thoughts. Look forward to your presence here when you will be free.
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Loved it
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Thank you so much, Andrew, for the read and the great comment!!
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Thanks for sharing this
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Thank you so much for the sweet comment!!
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I loved this..even though I didn’t understand it HAHAH. I have a hard time understanding poetry in general, but I think they all carry such a unique, powerful, and meaningful message within, and yours is no exception. Really well done :))
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Thank you so much, reindeershermaine, for the visit, read, and for writing an impressively interesting comment!!
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