Sunday, October 9, 2011

Vacation

Lost in cushions of acres of grass
I find my voice in streams that ripple
And winds that rush
Through forests of teak
And soar with cranes to realms of blue,
Dappled with petals of peace.

Shorn of the clamours of routine and tasks,
Tuned into crickets as fireflies dance,
I soak in with leaves my unhurried sun
And bask in the silence that sheds
This, my week-long isle from stress.

11 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

Adorned by nature...

I like it...

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Willow said...

You are a wonderful poet, I love this poem of relaxation as gautami says, "adorned by nature."

Kerry O'Connor said...

Time away from the routines is always an enrichment, especially when it is enjoyed close to nature.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful images..."soar with cranes" and "as fireflies dance". Love your writing!

Susannah said...

What beautiful imagery! Lovely.

woodennickel said...

Ahhh....a kindred spirit. I find the company of trees, sky, and bogs a blanket of companionship that soothes the ministrations of daily life. Great word visuals..
Regards,
Don

Robert said...

reminded me of Lake Isle of Innisfree. good writing abin. inner peace ....

Marian said...

ah, love "petals of peace."

SprigBlossoms said...

"I soak in with leaves my unhurried sun
And bask in the silence that sheds" - Beautifully penned :)

Janet said...

So beautiful. You are a very talented poet. Thank-you for sharing your gift.

sayan said...

i somehow sense some bit of vikram seth in your writing...maybe because he is the poet i am reading right now..but that lilting rhythm that can lull you into, not sleep, but in the rainbows of rhyme in your poetic sky...