A Voice from Above — and a Dancing Dewdrop
This poem from Polyhued follows the thoughts of a person who returns to the woods after years. It speaks about solitude, nostalgia and the evergreen beauty of nature.
The first leaves that crumbled beneath
Greeted my sulking self to that land,
Where decades ago, a step I had taken
To hold in my trouble a mother’s hand
On a day not different from that which had awoken
Me into the present to a startling errand,
Jostling me into deserted sand.
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The first stroke of breeze touched me within,
Deeper than I had ever delved inside,
Where decades ago, a room went vacant
And solitude was all that drove the carmine
On the path of bolts and boulders latent,
Surfing on the loneliest cerulean sea tide,
With merely the music, for the music never died.
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The first drop of dew that fell on my face
Rolled in a stroking miraculous wonder,
For while it descended, my spirit rose high
And the dusky clouds of despair drifted asunder;
A dancing dewdrop made me dance; I knew not why
And as I would to music, I could dance to the thunder,
Drink from the sea, in the woods simply wander.
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From the canopy came the cockatoo’s first call,
Whispering to me a most magical tune;
I lay on the lush grassy earth, lost in time,
The mountain of pressure collapsed to a ruin
And all that I heard was a medley of chimes
And I knew they wouldn’t die anytime soon,
For a heavenly voice has lightened my mood.
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This poem is from Polyhued: An Anthology of Poetic Hues. To check out the book, head over to the Amazon link below:
Interested in verses about nature? Here is another from Polyhued, Petrichor:
https://medium.com/@emphiasarmlorn/petrichor-the-rain-the-river-and-i-ec21b71dd61e
I also have a short story, A Night of Everlasting Harmony, published in the anthology, Golden Light. To check it out, you can click the link below:
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