Golden showers stream down
in dappled luminescence,
crescent slivers of fragrant
eucalyptus leaves
and she sits, no distraction
save the gurgle of a coppery-
bottomed meandering brook,
sparkling and nosing its way
through giant boulders
rolled into place long
before flows were choked back
to mere trickles, still it exudes
contentment, beauty;
She wonders at the silence
under the silence, what is the
texture of a thing unseen?
Too fine a vision has gotten her
in trouble more than once,
overactive imagination
they called it yet it persists,
and her mind can't stop wondering
if there is this, than there must
be that, something deeper
in the woven shadows of trees,
the hollows of husky trunks,
the shapes of billowing clouds,
themselves harbingers of light
released from cerulean skies
in the form of diamond drops,
lustrous liquid giving off
the only sound in a world
once silent as grass,
or the thoughts that plague
her now.
The silence under the silence–so loud sometimes. (K)
Isn’t it? 💕
“Too fine a vision has gotten her
in trouble more than once,
overactive imagination
they called it yet it persists,
and her mind can’t stop wondering
if there is this, than there must
be that,”
Loved these lines…and 🙏 to the wondering mind. 🙂
Thanks, Vidur. I know you understand. ❤️
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Love your words and wondering mind Bela ❣️ May we keep exploring and touching what is beyond in our own way and time 💕🙏💕
Thank you, Val. It may be the way forward for humanity, who knows? But i will ever be listening. 🙏💓
Wow! Profound thoughts! You have compressed so much into this poem Bela! indeed “overactive imagination.”
Heh heh, thanks, my friend. Who can suppress their essential nature without engendering sickness? Yet to entirely embody our unique humanity … love that we may share this, here on WP. Thanks for being part of my WP community. 🙏❤️
I’ve read about Golden Showers! Apparently it was Trump’s favourite thing :/
I knew somebody had to say something, and it probably would be you! 😝 I write with a group of women on Hawaii island. We write a form of Japanese poetry called Renshi, or linked poetry. (We have also been published in this work.) Basically in the group, the previous poet’s last line becomes the next poet’s first line. And on and on. So you can imagine when I received the line about golden showers, my first reaction was similar to yours. Big eye roll. 😂 I was hoping to kind of redeem my original interpretation of the line, though it was, I’m sure, Not the previous poet’s intent. Not all people live with their minds trolling the bottom. 😉 then again, some of us just can’t help ourselves. ❤️
Hello Bela- Received your words of poetry and am reaching out. Hope this reply finds you well. I am taking a vacation to the big island of Hawaii with my family. Where are you located in Hawaii? Are you on the Big Island? Please email back as I would like to catch up. Rick
Rick! That is wonderful news! I so wish we were still on the Big Island! We moved to New Mexico a year and a half ago. Bought a ranch up here in the high Mountain country, nearer to Colorado then we are to Albuquerque.
I don’t have your email perhaps anymore? So I can’t respond to you that way. I hope you get this message. You can still email me. So happy to hear from you! And certainly hope all is well with you and yours. We are doing splendidly. Blessings and love. ❤️